I went to the gym last night for the first time in 8 months. Actually, for the second time since I joined 8 months ago. The first time (and last time) was the day I joined. How pathetic. I’m the kind of person that Powerhouse Gym makes their living on. I pay them $45 per month, thats a total of $360 so far this year (for those mathematically challenged people out there), to feel guilty everytime I drive by and see people sweating their asses off. It’s not that I don’t want to be active, it’s just that I hate to work out. I was never the athletic type, but I need to be to get Britney’s abs. So, I thought if I joined a gym and was paying a ridiculous amount of money every month, it would give me incentive to actually go. Nah. I should have known better. Now I’m out $360 and still owe them $180. Powerhouse really made out on that deal. So, I get to the gym last night and I don’t have my membership card. I’m sure I have it somewhere, but who knows after 8 months of non-use where it’s ended up. So I’m thinking, great! I have an excuse not to sweat! I can’t go to the gym without my membership card. On the other hand, I spent time putting on gym clothes and driving there, so I might as well try to get in. And I did. And I worked out for a half hour and was very proud of myself. Then I went home and ate bon-bons. HAHA. Just kidding. I ate oreos.
