I joined a new gym today. It's not the nicest gym that I looked at, but it has what I need and it's close to my apartment which will make it harder to excuse myself from going. Plus, after I used a one-day free pass to try it out, I said a quick prayer and received confirmation that this was my new gym.
Too bad it has a dumb name: Spunk Fitness. That said, if my biggest complaint is that the name of the place is stupid, I'm doing pretty well. Plus, by going to a gym rather than working out at home, I can push myself harder with professional-grade equipment.
The biggest benefit, of course, is that I'm already starting to feel my mood level out. Not working out has made it easy for my anxiety and depression to return, which has made it hard to function. With my new gym membership, I can regain control of that aspect of my life.
But seriously, Spunk? What is this, the 1940s?
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