Ugh. This is why I can't bring myself to do the whole "gym" thing. My school has this amazingly large, well equipped "rec center" that I can use for free. How many times have I actually gone? Well, besides the occasional yoga class... never
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It was very scary and I wouldn't do it unless Jen went with me. It's easier to do when you've got a buddy with you, you know?
We went to a gym in a really ritzy part of town once just to check it out, but made a very fast retreat after feeling all the "Ew, fat people!' stares from the clients at said gym. We like the Y better. (And the ritzy gym didn't have a pool.)
My little brother is one of those people that can eat six pizzas, drink four liters of coke and then eat a cake and not gain an ounce. I want to choke him. Although it does come in handy when it comes to portion control because all I have to do when we go out is ask him if he'd mind helping me with my order. I typically get to eat about half of it before he inhales it. He doesn't lift weights, though. He plays tennis. *I* play tennis and all I have to do is look at food and I put on weight.
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We went to a gym in a really ritzy part of town once just to check it out, but made a very fast retreat after feeling all the "Ew, fat people!' stares from the clients at said gym. We like the Y better. (And the ritzy gym didn't have a pool.)
My little brother is one of those people that can eat six pizzas, drink four liters of coke and then eat a cake and not gain an ounce. I want to choke him. Although it does come in handy when it comes to portion control because all I have to do when we go out is ask him if he'd mind helping me with my order. I typically get to eat about half of it before he inhales it. He doesn't lift weights, though. He plays tennis. *I* play tennis and all I have to do is look at food and I put on weight.
It's not fair.
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