As far as I'm concerned, the Labor Day weekend was one big eating festival. I went to a BBQ on Saturday, had a meal out with the family and a picnic on Sunday, and another picnic on Monday. I did spend a lot of time sitting and eating; I did not spend any time exercising. Bad combination for me.
I'm a gym rat. I like the extra energy I get when I exercise on a regular basis. I try to get to the gym most weekdays (and sometimes on Saturday), and usually take some type of group exercise class. If I'm left to my own devices, I decide after 20 minutes or so that I've done enough sweating and it's time to leave. If I'm in a room with other people I'm too embarrassed to leave and stick it for an hour.
At my gym there are two classes each weekday morning--one at 8:00 and another at 9:00. I pick one or the other to attend. There is a small subset of exercisers, though, who stay for both classes. They are predominantly middle-aged females who are very fit and wear the latest workout fashions (just the opposite of my baggy shirts and shorts) . Because I felt the need to compensate for my sloth over the weekend, today I joined them and I completed two classes at the gym, for a total of two hours of exercise.
Both classes were held in the same room. The first was Pilates, a blend of strength and flexibility exercises that somewhat resembles what I did in Freshman gym. Although it's tough and a good workout, I didn't even raise a sweat. However, the next class was Cardio Dance; I was completely drenched when I left the gym to come home and shower.
However, I was completely wiped out for the rest of the day. I don't know how they do it!