I sometimes feel like it’s a federal offense to not belong to a gym in New York City. Rather, it’s a federal offense to be fat in New York City. While (I hope) I don’t qualify as fat, I’m certainly festively plump and my food baby has been growing at a rapid speed lately — in part, thanks to the fantastic meals my boyfriend prepares and my general lack of exercise. I’m absolutely not going to stop scarfing those meals, either. So, I broke down and joined the gym last night…after taking a class that seriously kicked my ass. Aquarobics and Movement for the Older Adult, here I come! And that class where you pay a little extra for them to massage you sounds fun, too.
