I quit my gym.
In my mail yesterday, I got a promotional post card for one of those super inexpensive chain gyms and it occurred to me (not for the first time) that I am an idiot and I needed to quit my gym posthaste.
I realize that this action seems somewhat counter intuitive for someone who is quite regularly blogging about her struggle to regain her fitness but hear me out.
I have been saying that I need to quit my gym for years now and the only thing that kept me from doing it was that I used it. I had a good thing going.
Until I didn't.
The gym I belonged to until a few hours ago was a big chain with all of the amenities: the steam room and classes and a pool and childcare and a cafe and towels and a hundred other amenities that I never used. What I did use regularly were the cardio machines and, this is a fact: nobody should pay upwards of $70/month to use a treadmill.
I've known for a while that I should cancel because I wasn't using enough to justify the price but just never got around to it. Then I injured my knee and any semblance of a gym routine crashed and burned, anyway. It went from bad to worse.
I will miss my swanky gym but I will not miss feeling guilty about it.
I felt guilty about how much it cost. I felt guilty about how much I was(n't) using it. I felt guilty about how I was using it.
I feel bad about enough things in my life. I am very much over my gym being one of them.