The membership is steep, but unlike most gyms they usually kick you out rather than sign you to year long contracts. The members are typically older, although there is an occasional young athlete. No one gets hit on here, except maybe the receptionist. Everyone has a "personal trainer." The handicapped spaces are always taken. You have to make appointments to come work out.
Yes, physical therapy is going well. I'm less sore every time with the exception of last Friday. I still get really tired after my sessions though. Although it must be decreasing because before I'd collapse into my wheelchair the minute I got through the door (and stay there for the rest of the day) and now I lay down to rest for a bit, but stick with crutches mostly. Those damn crutches...I don't foresee not needing them in the next 25 days certainly, but maybe by summer? Who knows.
I've got to get the stupid pink stickers off, stat. My mom and the make-up artist had a whole discussion about wrapping them in ribbon, tulle, etc...Ugh. I'm leaning toward stripping them of the hot pink stickers, cleaning them and leaving them white. Although my wedding dress isn't white and according to the tux rental guy white next to ivory makes it look "dirty"
All "accessories” aside, I have been busting my hump and I will look beautiful in that dress. I'm back to my pre-surgery weight and feeling pretty good.