Here is a breakdown of how I spent my 60 minutes today at the new gym we joined:

1 minute- deciding if I wanted to use the treadmill in the giant room with all of the exercise bunnies

2 minutes-picking out the treadmill and wondering where to put my sweatshirt I had taken off

1 minute- thinking I looked really new to this

1 minute- sneaking glances at the other people, noticing all the old people that were there and realizing

that I was the fattest person there

45 minutes- walking on the treadmill

While on the treadmill:

20 minutes- wondering how many people behind me were staring at my fat butt and

hoping my pants weren't riding up the crack of my a$$.

5 minutes- doing fat girl adjustments to my clothes to make sure my belly wasn't

hanging out

1 minute- trying to sneak glances to see how fast other people were walking

19 minutes- feeling good about my performance and listening to Pandora 80's Cardio

Channel to get my groove on

5 minutes- trying out an elliptical machine for the first time. thinking wtf? this does not feel natural.

5 minutes- waiting for my hubby to finish his stuff and checking out the group classes and deciding

we need to go to the beginning yoga class tonight.

Really, it was great. I've been walking on my treadmill at home so I'm not totally out of shape. I must say that the presence of other people does motivate me to do better. I walked for 45 minutes at 3.0 to 3.4 mph. I felt good about my work out.

Mostly I was happy that my husband and I went to the gym together. I have dreamed of this moment for years. That someday, he would become interested in something other than the television and we could do it together.

I'm happy.