It Wasn't As Bad As I Feared

I did the ViQuest thing today. Yup. I got my sorry ass off the couch and went to exercise. It was a great time to go because there weren't many people there and competition for the weight machines was minimal. Of course I could not remember exactly what to do because it had been so long ... but the kindly trainer printed out another copy for me. I went through my complete program, carefully entering my tracking number into each machine prior to using it. Yes, ViQuest keeps track of how many pounds you have pushed or pulled or raised above your head. I also did twenty mintues of brisk walking. So far, so good. I'll know in the morning if I overdid it, but I don't think so. After I finished at each machine, it queried whether or not I want the weight increased for next time. Um ... not yeeeeeet. Give me a couple of weeks. I looked a bit longingly at the pool and will try to go back to water aerobics. As much as I love water aerobics, I hate getting all the cholorine in my hair. Oh, all the other women can exercise hard and not get one hair wet. Not me. My entire head is soaked when I get out. Another thing is that I no longer wash and blow my hair dry every single day and going to water aerobics doesn't allow for that option. The hell with that. Now that I'm turning the BIG six-oh, I want to do less maintenance. Yes, of course I realize that at my age I need MORE, but I'm just worn out from it all. I'm sick of putting on makeup and sick of doing my hair. I've never enjoyed either task so doing less of them makes me happy. I'll be okay, I guess ... as long as I don't look in the mirror!