So far the gym thing has worked out fine. I’m starting to notice a difference in my waist and stomach region which is a great plus! The other areas, like my arms and legs, not so much but they weren’t ever really physically bad looking (not like my tummy pudge). It’s been about 6 weeks now and I look forward to going and feel guilty when I miss a day. I guess I’m getting back into the run of things.
I’ve become basically friends with the gym manager (he’s the guy who’s been training me and a few others). He calls us his Dog Pound lol because we were his first group. He wants me to get into some boxing stuff eventually cause he thinks I’d be good at it. I am rather fit normally and have tremendous will power to keep pushing myself when working out.
Some things I’ve noticed are, I can go 5-6 RPM faster on the elliptical machine (I did that for most of my 45min last night at about 65 RPM) and stomach crunches on the bench, I started at 100, I been doing 200 and just yesterday, I felt like I could keep going to probably 250 or 300. It’s a good feeling.
I know a couple people there only cause our trainer has forced us to get to know each other. It’s good cause I’m shy. Last week, several of us went out for dinner and drinks as a group. It was a good time. Our trainer was supposed to come too but he apparently got sick and was gone the rest of the week.
Another positive is that I don’t think I’ve been clocked as trans there. It’s a little nerve-racking though cause I’m in such close quarters with the same people often. I kinda chat and say hello to several people there now so I guess all is good. Although, I have outted myself as a lesbian to 3 people. One was a guy who kept hitting on me and asking me out. I dunno why I feel I should say Iike girls to get him off my back vs. just saying, I’m not interested. Anyway, he turned out to be a gay hater and I was like WTF? Long story short, he apparently doesn’t think lesbians are gay, just men. He was also amazed that someone like me could be a lesbian. I suppose he expects lesbians to be the stereotypical short, choppy hair, baggy clothed girls that you normally think of *shrug*.
Another was a woman I work out with but only cause she eves-dropped on my conversation. She didn’t care though. She even tried to think of some girl to hook me up with at her job lol. The other person is my trainer. I outted myself by accident last night while talking to him about some things that went down this past weekend cause he knows I been stressed out. I missed workout on Monday because of it and he wanted to see if everything was OK. I did a good job of saying “SO” every time but I slipped once and said “she” and I was like, fuck it, ya I’m a lesbian… he was like, girl, I’m from NY. I seen it all and I do acting on the side so I been around lots of gay people. It’s OK. I pretty much figured he wouldn’t care. I could tell by his personality.
So, that is my workout summary
I go tonight for abs and leg workout.
I been pretty decent going to the gym either during my lunch break or after work. I’ve found the joys of the elliptical machine. I like it better then cycling because I can kinda get my upper body moving too. I hopped on my bike Sunday and did a 13.5 mile ride in an hour. Not bad considering I haven’t really done a ride that long in awhile. It felt good.
I’ve become a little paranoid now at the gym with people possibly noticing my Adams Apple.
*sigh*
I’m in rather a blah mood and almost not in the mood to post.
I signed up for a gym membership last week and yesterday was my first day there. I took the tour of the gym last week, the machines and locker room, etc… it didn’t occur to me then. It didn’t even occur to me yesterday until I walked into the locker room. This is my first time entering a women’s locker room as a woman. When it hit me I had just walked in and then saw all the women like sitting around getting dressed and/or undressed. Half naked, completely naked, it didn’t matter. I was almost like a deer in head lights.







My name is Erin. I was not always named Erin and I was not always a girl. One could argue that I am not a girl, perhaps a boy or both; maybe neither.

