Barb's funny. She's funny for wearing a shower cap and not thinking that's at all funny. She rocks a swim cap, too. That's less funny, but combined with the other thing?I don't know. I love how, to some women (Barb absolutely included), getting your hair wet is the worst thing that could possibly happen to you?ever. And it should be avoided at all costs unless during the controlled and pre-determined time. So funny.

She got me a 3-month-long membership at a health club downtown?after my Halloween binge, which she was none too happy about. I said I'd only go if she did and, finally, she gave in. That was a week ago, and now that I think about it, I have no idea why I said I'd only do if she did. She got me the membership to be nice (they have a special mommy-to-be class Monday, Wednesday, and Friday)?so why did I put up a fight? No idea. I should apologize for that. (mental note.) But anyway, I've liked gyming it up with Barb, even though we've only gone a couple times so far. Barb's even doing the preggers classes with me?which I think is awesome and, again, hilarious. I love her there. No one knows she's not pregnant, you know? I'm the biggest one there, anyway. So it's nice. She's in pretty good shape - much better shape than me - so I bet the exercises are pretty lame to her, but still?I think she likes it. It was pool day today?Wednesdays are pool days. Lots of bouncing. Lots of hands in the air and TONS of kegel squeezing to music like "Addicted to Love"?which makes me giggly. Our teacher is a big believer in kegel squeezing. And if the other ladies don't know Barb isn't pregnant (I feel like I'm beating this over the head?even if they did know, it wouldn't be a big deal at all?maybe they do know?it doesn't matter)?but if they don't know she's pregnant, they definitely do know she hates getting her hair wet. She's not subtle about it. She ain't afraid to hold up a class getting started. She makes it seem like a NASA engineer needs to triple check her swim cap for potential leaks before even a pinky toe even gets near the water. It's hilarious. I was laughing so hard at her inspection process. Glad I've been doing those kegel squeezes. :

It's been a long time since I've been in a gym. It's such a scene! I swear I saw Nitro from "American Gladiators" in there on Monday. (I should google him. If there's anything on wikipedia about him having any connection to SLC, then it was definitely him at the gym. I'll get back to you on that.) His b-acne was ridiculous. And he's balding. It was pretty sad. Still looked pretty strong, though?for what it's worth. But there are just so many characters in there...not just Nitro. There's the really old man that's really, really muscley?in an uncomfortable to look at kind of way. There's the slut. And the other slut. And the other slut. And the Asian slut. (lots of sluts?do people hook up at gyms? What's the world coming to?) There's the fat trainer with the glasses and goatee that should be working at Jack in the Box?not telling you how many crunches to do. There's the really sweaty guy on the stationary bike that must lose 2 gallons every 30 minutes. There's the girl on her cell phone the whole time: "Hold on. I have to do this lunge set real quick. Hold on." It's so funny. There are so many types of people that you almost always see at gyms?and I don't like any of them. I don't like Nitro, sluts, or sweaters. I guess I can say, now that I think about it, that I don't really like people at gyms. I mean, yes, I realize I'm at the gym myself, but I don't think it's really my thing. You can't look me in the eye and call me a gymmie. Barb's making me go because I need to go and Barb knows what she's talking about. So I'm at the gym, but I'm no gymmie. Gymmies are way too full of themselves, whether they're actually in shape or not. If I ran the world, I'd say, "no mirrors in gyms. Not one." No one's using them to make sure their form is right. It's all about ego. I hate seeing people making out with their ego. It's disgusting. Yes, we all do it. We all need to have a kind of back and forth with our ego, but don't do it on a mat in a room with 150 people in it?in front of a mirror?grunting. Come on. What is this crap?

My recent gym visits have made exercise a popular topic of conversation in the houses this past week, too. No one else is that interested. At first Ben was asking all the stuff we were doing and was all about helping us keep a log book and everything but as soon as he learned we weren't doing squats, bench presses, dips, and things like that, he really lost interest. Sarah said she might go with us one time, but I'm not holding my breath. Bill doesn't have time for it, but I begged him to do as many push ups as he could in one attempt?three nights ago. He did 71-which is a ton, if you ask me-but he's still too sore to move. Poor boy. He was trying to impress me, which I appreciate. And he did?impress me, I have to say. I do wish he could have lifted his dessert fork tonight at dinner, but?71 push ups! I'm so proud of my baby. I love my baby !

-- Edited by margini at 11/15/2007 4:32 PM