In Case You’re on Day One and Already Feel Like Quitting
Every January 1st, I become an idealist. Rarely do I want to be like the rest of the world, so last year I signed up for the gym on December 30th. This will be the year! I told myself as I paid for a gym membership at the front counter. This will be the year I suddenly transform into one of those shiny, athletic women with the high bouncy ponytails. I felt like a fraud walking into the gym. My hair was not high or bouncy but was falling further and further out of the messy bun I had half-haphazardly pushed it in. I had never stepped foot inside a gym before. My level of confidence fell ...
