To the Gym I say!...Nevermore!!

It was about two months ago that I first went to the gym, even though it was my sister who signed us up for it, I felt quite good about myself just by being able to say " yeah, I go to the gym these days." The first three days were more than torturous they were mind numbing and a sheer testimony to how cruel and inconsiderate human beings can really be...I mean really, you call feeling like you're going to faint or your heart's seconds away from bursting out into the open and embarrass you in turn [yes because that is the most disastrous thing that could happen, being embarrassed because my heart burst out into the finite.] is that what being fit is supposed to feel like? There I was, first day of the rest of my life on the road towards staying fit and looking good, much deserved status undeniably; two rounds of aerobics combined with cardio- something.

So it was my first day there and as i jumped and pumped up the weights feeling real ready to fist the day lights out of that annoying woman mocking me with her sadistically calm and composed voice oozing out of the computer speakers pouring an infinite amount of effort to keep her virtual self from laughing at me, while she said, "CHANGE STATION" every forty seconds which was our blessed clue to change to the next machine or exercise. I'm doing the shoulder push something, and I'm seeing red, it was my first day and I go "CHANGE BITCH CHANGE!!!!!" Only not so much aloud, it was my first day , I couldn't really unleash the beast that I am that soon.

Two more days of the mind numbing madness they call exercise and I never went again.

But I do intend on beginning...again, tomorrow, just as I had intended on beginning again, today. In my defense, my sister left without waking me up. Not my fault people! Blame it on the sister..she secretly likes going without me..yeahp that's what it is... ah well..TOMORROW IT IS! I SHALL AND I WILLLLL!

PS:I WANT to sleep late, I WANT to eat all that I crave for and I WANT to lose weight! Why? Why must there be disease? Why must there be stereotypes that I feel so compelled [sometimes] to follow? Why cant I just be without the wicked faces staring down at me in disgust...????You see, now that's a good example of what they call in psychology, "Projection."