Gym

Sometimes, well, all the time, when I sit and think about potentially having to go the gym, I instantly come up with an equal amount of reasons as to why I can't or shouldn't go. Well today, I ran out of excuses. I absolutely and wholeheartedly despise going to the gym. The concept of being on a stupid machine running and moving in the same motion for thirty minutes make me feel like a hamster stuck in a cage. I tried taking classes ranging from kickboxing, pilates, weightlifting, and it's too hard. I didn't mind going to yoga including vinyasa and bikram but I will admit that I liked the "idea" of going more than me actually going. It just sounds feminine to go to yoga after work and walk out in cute body forming outfits with a bottle of chic water in hand.

I am so lame. But I'm sure you've been there too.

In conclusion, I need to stop complaining and being pretentious and just do it for the real reason. My beer belly just has got to go.

Let me revisit this thought after my dinner.

**by the way, i didn't go. excuse? i had to help phil move. hmph.