Over the last few weeks I have been making a determined effort to get healthier (you know, the usual things: fitbit, green juice, no wheat, organic wine, aromatherapy) and …
… exercise. Not happening, despite the fitbit!
So yesterday I went to one of the many gyms in Bunbury and tomorrow I will begin one of those 3-day free trials. I met one of the managers (D) and she was lovely. The gym isn’t big and flashy and has an easy-going atmosphere. D asked what I most wanted out of the gym and I said, “No tummy and stronger arms; I don’t want to walk or cycle in here because I would rather do that outside.”
Anyway, I’m quite excited about tomorrow. I’ve had gym memberships before but not for years so I will have to re-learn how to use the equipment.
When I told Ants he said, “Well, you’ll be battling to compete with my fitness” patting his flat tummy. He then proceeded to tell me that he did 25 push-ups per day and that I should try it.
Me: I can’t even do one push-up!
Anthony: That’s why you have your problem.
Me: What problem?
Anthony: The tummy (pointing to mine before I put one of his pillows onto it).
Me: Are you calling me fat? How DARE you!
Anthony: Jules, you know I’m kidding; you are perfect.
This verbal exchange was enhanced throughout by Anthony’s fantastic smile. I’m just glad he won’t see me struggling with the weights etc. tomorrow. I will paint a much better picture when I see him, so that he will be as proud of me as I am of him.
Me: Ants, I admire you so much, so much – the way you keep on being well and fit despite the Parkinson’s! And you never get down like I do. You are amazing.
Anthony: I know.
Me: Oh. Well, anyway, I’ll start the gym thing tomorrow morning and come and see you straight after.
Anthony: I know [yawning]
Me: Sorry if I’m boring you!
Anthony: Off you go, then.
Me: What? Where?
Anthony: To that wildlife park…
I guess the health kick challenge is on!