One day at a time...

At the gym...I am not a wife, a mother, a student, a waitress, a banquet server nor a daughter who lost her mother to an untimely demise. At the gym, I am just me! I do what I want, listen and/or read what I want...all until I feel I have had enough and have finished what I came to accomplish; all without interruptions nor distractions. Its my time. Its the only time in the day I have to myself.

On a side note, I have grown to find the gym very therapeutic and somewhat addictive ;-)