Monday, first day at the gym report!

 Well, I am up and attem today. I have plenty to do.  The shop is overflowing, because I have not been paying attention, and have been concentrating my efforts else ware. Now I have to pay the piper. I hate paying the piper.

Determined to not let anything sway me from getting into the shop I made a master list of all the piles and there are over ten of them not counting wedding dresses. I also have 5 wedding dresses coming in this week.  I really need to get my butt in gear.

My house is clean; I have no more excuses not to sew.  I am determined to set a goal every day until I am caught up.

Here is the dreaded sewing list:

1. hem two skirts

2. hem 2 pants

3. hem 2 pants

4. hem 2 pants

5. replace a zipper

6. start a wedding dress.

My real goal this week is to have at least 2 wedding dresses if not three out.  I have two for the 6th of February and 1 for Valentines Day. They need to go out!

Now I know you are all waiting for my saga at the gym.  Hawaiian planner said I would likely meet some people and form some friendships with like-minded people....  Okay let's just say meet people.

I had Signe' go with me.  She says as we enter the door," Mom, pull up your gym app." Me: "What app?  So now we have to stop and download an app, I can't remember my password for apps, so she has to mess with that and the email function on my phone is not set up so she can reset the password for the app store... I am getting fidgety.  I notice a sign out of the corner of my eye that I think reads, leave all your eggs here.  So, I ask her if we have to bring in eggs. I am getting a little worn down by all the rules and I haven't even touched a machine.  The sign by the way said, Leave all your egos here.

Finally, we can check in which means holding your phone up to a little machine and hearing it go beep. It took me 4 tries. ,  Then I am scanning the very large gym for friends.  Very few people there.  Saturday afternoon not a big gym following.  But maybe I will find some male companions about my age. Signe' is showing me the first machine.  I cannot even lift the bar. Then I spy an older gentleman.  He has on patent leather red gym shoes, yes, they were stunning, also bright green, (think calf scours) skintight leggings, then a belt around his waist to support his back and an olive-green bandana tied around his head as a sweat band. I am just starring at his outfit and Signe" hisses, "Mom, stop leering!"  I told her I was not leering and then demonstrated what leering looked like.  This produced uncontrollable laughter.

I can hardly lift anything because I am laughing so hard, that I have an asthma attack. Finally, under control I start on the first round of reps, and I am getting into it and the gentleman with the patent leather shoes turns around and he has an eye patch. I lost it.  Now I am snorting and peeing a little.  I am sorry I am really not judgy like that, but I could not control myself. Signe' is ready to kill me and we move to the opposite side of the gym skipping many machines. She is trying to get me away from my obsession. Soon I spot another older gentleman who has to be 6'7" he is standing like an S and not using any machine, just watching the tv's.  He has his hands in front of his mouth and is deep in thought wiggling his fingers.  He is like that for a long, long time. I Lift my hand up to show Signe' and she slaps my hand down, "Mom don't point!!!!"  I have no idea where my manners have gone, but I just lift my eyes to the heavens and say, "So these are my choices? Toucan man or Mister fingers." Signe' is not amused.

We are supposed to meet several times this week to do gym time together, but all of a sudden, she is too busy.  I don't get it. 

But I am determined, Hawaiian planner knows all about gyms and I am going to trust her.  I already have my workout gear on, this brings me joy, and I am going to the gym tonight. Toucan man might be there.

I will report tomorrow...

God is good He gave me a sense of humor

Kim