Well, I guess we'll just have to see

So the other night we went to see a show at a theater in El Cerrito... I had worked there about 20 years ago. Did A Chorus Line with them. Played Paul - big surprise. Anyhow, we walked in and right there in the lobby was the picture of that line. Okay. I KNOW the picture is 20 years old. I KNOW when it was taken, I was in class or at rehersals (or both) every single day. I KNOW that I'll never look like that again. I KNOW!
I also know that my waist is currently about 5 to 6 inches bigger than it was in that picture. I also know that I am going to die early if I don't get back in shape. I've GOT to do something about this. GOT TO. So I joined a gym yesterday. The JCC on California. Brand new, beautiful, very well appointed. They even have an indoor pool. We'll see how it goes. I'm supposed to go in for my one hour orientation where they will procede to humiliate me by weighing me and finding out what my body/fat index is. I wonder if I could just skip that part. I can weigh myself, thankyouverymuch, and I'm not too terribly interested in what my body/fat index is. Just another number to get in my way.
I'm not going to try and fool anyone into thinking I'm doing this strictly for health reasons. I'm doing this for vanity. Sure, I'll get healthier, but that's just a by-product. I want to be able to fit into EVERY SINGLE piece of clothing in my closet. When I think of the money that is wasting away by not being able to fit into those clothes, it makes me sick. I got a sick feeling in my stomach when it occured to me that my freakin' SHOES were getting tight. Do your feet actually gain weight????? Shit. I'm screwed.
I guess I should probably set some goals. Nothing crazy... sure, I'd like to look like a gay porn star, but let's face it - that's not gonna happen. I'd like to lose weight and trim down/firm up. How 'bout this: I will fit into my Burberry 5 pocket pants by the end of July.
Well, there you have it. I have a goal.