I think it all goes back to high school gym class: those horrible little one-piece gymsuits, stall-less showers, humiliation of being the last one picked, standing out in left field praying the softball never came my way. Swimming was, and is, OK because most of the body is under water! (forget the diving part!) I have always self-defined as a klutz, and I do think my kinesthetic sense has always been a little off -- I often bump into doorways, bang my ankle bones and elbows into furniture.
Jenny Craig program appealed to me mainly because of the privacy of the weigh-in and the one-on-one counseling, and I was able to carry that over to the fitness center because, face it, I know I'm never going to impress a tatooed ex-wrestler less than half my age, so what the heck. I don't know a soul there, which is good. I have trouble exercising and talking at the same time and I keep losing count of my reps even when I don't have anybody to talk to. But going with my friend (who signed up for a membership!) turned out very well. She validated my efforts and it was kind of fun to be the "expert" based on a few weeks of experience. Having her there will also give me another layer of accountability, and fewer, feebler excuses.
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