I decided it's time for another gym update. The big news is I have managed to drag myself there for the whole month of January. That might not seem like big news, but when going to the gym includes going out in the freezing cold at 6:15 in the morning, scraping the ice and snow off your windshield, and getting into a vehicle that resembles a block of ice on wheels, I think it qualifies. I credit the seat warmer with my continued dedication. Best automobile invention ever!
In other gym news Curly, Moe and Larry have been replaced by Squirrel Lady. Squirrel Lady is a perfectly sculpted, petite bundle of energy that, and I know this is going to make me sound petty, makes me crazy. Crazy maker number one is she is chatty. It reminds me of when you walk near a tree that has a squirrel in it. Non-stop, annoying and loud. Crazy maker number two is her habit of doing one set of weights or one machine, then hurrying over to her bag to grab a handful of nuts to eat. I'm sure I don't need to spell out the connection here. Not only is it weird, it seems fairly unhygienic to me. First you hang onto a piece of equipment that dozens of other sweaty people have just held, then you go dig in your bag for food? Gross.
After going to the gym for just over half a year I have to tell you there are two areas that have seen no improvement. Realistically it wasn't like I was expecting improvement in these areas, but being an eternal optimist I remained hopeful. I have noted that no matter how toned and firm my muscles become, my skin remains loose. This seems grossly unfair to me. Why is it that as you get older your skin becomes more pliable and you mind less so? If I ran the world I would reverse this.
Which leads me to the second area that has seen no improvement. My memory. I'm sure I read a study somewhere that talked about a connection between exercise and improved memory. At least I thought I did. If I remember where, I will come back and include a link.
I have a theory that as you get older the problem isn't that your capacity to remember things decreases. No, the real problem is mind clutter. An example that perfectly illustrates this happened this past weekend. Every month or so my friend Hilary and I schedule in a phone call. In order to make sure I wouldn't forget the call I put Post-It notes in two different locations to remind me. If my mind wasn't on fifty other things at the same time I don't think the Post-Its would have been necessary. Then, during the course of the conversation, Hilary recommended a movie. I told her I had watched it after she had recommended it in a previous call (one she didn't remember having). I could even remember her description of a particularly funny scene. Why, I ask, was valuable brain space being used up by this insignificant detail? Mind clutter. If there was a delete button for this kind of stuff, collected over the decades, I think there would be a much better chance of me remembering why I just walked across the room.
This last bit doesn't go along with the topic of this post, but I thought you might be interested in an update on the family shoe rack status. After posting this picture last week I asked David if he could please move his leg.
This wasn't what I had in mind.