ugh. kill me. i have become a gym going freak. well, at least i go now instead of what i have been doing for the last few years which is join the gym then never ever go. what is that all about? it is like i think that just because i have a membership, i am entitled to be fit and a part of the elite “eat and drink whatever you want” club since i clearly can go to the gym and get it all off at the drop of a hat.

recently, i am of the other clique - the annoying fitness geeks that you want to shove your barely worn tracksuit in their gobs. the ones that constantly make you feel guilty about your lack of gymness by telling all about their habitual 3 times a week/2 hours a time fitness schedule. yep! that is me! welcome!

another sad truth that i am beginning to come to terms with is the fact that i don’t lose any weight and i really haven’t seen any fucking benefit from waking up early in the morning other than the fact that i have far too much energy and my abs hurt a lot. i’ve been going regularly for about a month and a half now and am convinced that i am no better off than the first day that i wandered in. the only benefit that i see is my bragging rights and ability to piss everyone off around me with the guilt factor (which might be enough for me to continue going). oh and did i mention how satisfactory that after gym cigarette is? yes, decidedly, there are some rewards to going the gym.