As a teen , I don’t really remember peer pressure being a big deal — I didn’t want to get in trouble. However, at 45, I seem to be subject to peer pressure. I joined a fitness class, but not any fitness class; I joined a bootcamp. I joined because I was hoping it would kick me back to the gym. The first class was tonight. Not quite as horrid as I expect, but not so sure it was fun. About half way through the class, it did cross my mind that a gym would be more fun or at least less painful. and I did cheer when we got to sit-ups. ( I can do them ) There were people at all levels there. Even the two dancers found the class hard.
I’m not sure this class is going to do what I want, but taking my blood sugar after class might help. Especially with extremely disappointing numbers. At least the asthma was ok.