Before having my DC I was a size 10 but since having my youngest 3.5 years ago I've gradually crept up to a size 14 and I'm feeling rubbish about myself. I blame a combination of lockdowns, constant tiredness (youngest has SEN and doesn't sleep) making me crave carbs and sugar and PND causing me to eat my feelings. I feel frumpy, unattractive and sluggish.
I was working FT but I've recently reduced my hours and realised I now have no excuse as I can get out to exercise 3-4 times a week, which wasn't possible before. So in a fit of optimism last night I joined a local gym, telling myself it will be good for my mental health and I'll feel like less of a wobbly, useless lump if I actually do something instead of just complaining about it. They have different classes everyday and I got quite excited about trying yoga, pilates, maybe going for a swim. Now in the cold light of day I'm regretting it and really don't want to go 
I'm 37 years old and have never set foot in a gym in my life. I'm scared I'll be the only person in there who isn't super-fit, toned and thin and people will stare. I'm scared I won't know what to do, I know that sounds daft but I genuinely don't know where to start! What if I can't work the equipment or there's some unspoken gym etiquette I'm not aware of and I make a complete twat of myself? What do I wear?? The thought of squeezing myself into tight active-wear that shows all the lumps and bumps I spend my life trying to hide fills me with dread!
I know it's ridiculous, I'm a grown woman with a professional job and usually very capable, but it just feels so intimidating and completely out of my comfort zone.