Dear Public Diary,

I’m a commitment phobe. 

There, I said it.

I think it’s the idea of just one. The same thing day in, day out. Where’s the surprise? The new people? The free things? Because once you settle, out comes the wallet. 

So that’s why I like to try it once, maybe twice, and I’m out. 

I’m a free trial-er…of gyms. I’m a gymitment phobe.

I swear I was normal until I moved to New York. Some people move here and claim their lives are changed forever. They’ve had a life altering revelation. Beautiful! Fantastic! Great for them!

I just became cheap. Well, at least cheap with my fitness.

And that is how I’ve tried 27 different gyms in my less than two years as a New Yorker. 

I was a Planet Fitness frequenter back home, so that was my first stop. And my first mistake. You see, good hygiene is a requirement for me in a relationship, and NY Planet Fitness’ did not have it. 

Blink was next. It didn’t break my bank, knew how to use soap, but yet… it had too many other suitors. Too many people lining up to be the first ones at its doorstep StairMaster.

I kept my relationship with TMPL private. Because although I liked it, I once heard a coworker say, “It’s like an Instagram influencer and an EDM concert had a baby.” And I don’t like influencers or EDM concerts. So that one stayed hush, hush. 

But then something crazy happened, I started to enjoy playing the field.

I had an unrequited love affair with Equinox. 

A safe, platonic relationship with Crunch. 

A bordering on toxic relationship with Barry’s Bootcamp. 

And a here-for-the-drama (of yoga moms) relationship with Peloton Studios. 

And I’m still going. I think one day, a gym may steal my heart. But for now, I’m a gymmitment phobe. And I’m cool with it. Even if the front desk gym recruiters aren’t.