It's a little early for the New Year's resolutions to kick in, but I went over to the gym and worked out anyway. My key card wouldn't scan and I had to request a replacement, which makes me suspect that the chain invalidates your number if you haven't been there in a month. The desk clerk wasn't willing to give me a clue, though he looked distressed and a little sweaty when I pressed, so I just gave up; I may cancel my membership when it's up for renewal this spring, because though it's open 24 hours, I'm not open 24 hours, and there's a gym at my school and weights at the fencing club so I might as well get real.

I hadn't intended to do cardio--I'm still in pretty good shape for that, with all the biking and walking I do--but it looked as if they had finally maintained the treadmills and installed new big TV screens (last time I was there many of the teensy screens weren't even working) so I ended up doing 40 minutes wihle watching a Golf Channel bio of Tiger Woods and an Animal Planet piece on skijoring (cross-country skiing while being pulled by your dogs). A guy with dyed red hair and piercings started laughing loudly at a TV show two treadmills away, or I would have been there for an hour--funny how I watch so little TV at home but can get sucked in when I'm exercising.

I did the weight-machine circuit, and it was about as bad as I figured. I'll be stiff. But I have to do something. I couldn't move very well in Richmond and I haven't lost any weight since then. Not only that, my sanity depends on it. I have such bad SAD, you'd think I'd assiduously do everything that's good for me when it starts getting dark, but no. I get up and sit at my desk and forget to turn my daylight lamp on, I can't stir myself to get outside, I forget to exercise, all the things that make me gloomier. Bah.