A couple of weeks ago I thought to myself, “Self, when was the last time you went to the gym?” My brain strained to find the answer, then gave up after exhausting itself. *sigh* The fact that I can’t remember speaks volumes about my commitment to the gym.
And it’s not the numbers on the scale that concern me so much about my lack of attendance at the gym. It's these numbers:
Bi-weekly I pay $22.54, so each month that’s $45.08 for a grand total of $540.96 a year. Considering I’ve been to the gym a total of maybe 10 times in the last year, it’s cost me $54.09 each time I’ve gone. Ouch. That is definitely not good math.
Then there’s this little number game. It takes me 20 minutes to get to the gym, a minimum of one hour working out, 20 minutes to get home and then showered and dressed for a grand total of 2 hours and 15 minutes. I simply don’t have 2 hours and 15 minutes to spare 5 times a week.
Finally, there’s the associated guilt that comes along with not going to the gym. The mental toll is just far too high I tell you. I have enough mommy guilt to deal with. Sheesh.
This is not the first time I’ve joined a gym and helped them stay afloat out of the kindness of my heart. Nope, I’ve done this FOUR times before. Lured in by beautiful equipment, pretty spa rooms and the promise of hard abs I open up my automatic chequing account faster than you can say “sucker born every minute.” At age 42, I may have finally come to my senses.
The reality is this: the only thing that's lighter from my gym membership is my wallet. So on Monday I’m off to quit the gym for the last time. After that, I’m going to the bank to up my bi-weekly contribution to my tax-free savings account. From now on, I’m going to work out from home with a pair of running shoes, a few work out DVD’s, some weights and an app or two. I feel lighter already.