The DANG Gym

Well, I'm on the fad band wagon of dieting and gym going. Never thought I'd be part of that scene, but time, child bearing, and gravity has taken its inevitable toll on this once tiny body of mine. Oh, how the mighty have fallen......
Anyway, I have a very good and faithful friend who tortures herself there with me four times a week. We particularly loath the "leg machine of death" and the "ball of death" (it's that half ball thing on which you do these grueling sit-up/curl exercises). OH - and I couldn't possibly forget the "shoulder press of death".
BUT - on the up-side. We are seeing results. We've lost TWO - count 'em- TWO pounds and have added weight to the quad lift machine thing. We also can kick tushy on the elliptical machines. We did do a "spin class of death" once, and perhaps will again one day. We limped around school for the next week after that one. It's hard to teach first graders when you can't MOVE!
So, we will press on - to the Dang Gym, to do our Dang workout, and lose all this Dang weight and gain some Dang muscles. (The gym really is called the Dang gym, I'm not just being crass)