ouch.... don't make me move, please? ouch. ouch. ouch!

i got my fat self back to the gym. ohh freakin' yeah! the gym. i've gone for only two days and already, my body's screaming for help. those instructors are slave drivers, mehn. slave drivers i tell you!

the first day i worked on my upper torso and yesterday i did the lower part of my body. mmmkay... that didn't sound right. but yeah. you got my point.

i was a lil skeptic at first since this gym isn't your fitness first or your gold's gym. not even your slimmer's world. my measly salary won't allow me. BOO. but hey, they've been pretty good so far. i'd say they've been doin a good job on me. errr... no pun intended.

the thing is, i'm really confused it they really are or.. ya know. for one thing, the first two people who taught me are FAT. oh. scratch that. obese. severely. (no offense to our plump-but-very-huggyble friends. but they really are.) my gahd. how can i concentrate if the person who's teaching me's munching on a sandwich while i sweat my ass off?

anyway, since all of my target area's achin', which is a good thing since that means i have really worked on it, i'm keeping my fingers crossed. i hope by december im back to my ideal weight. and summer, you better watch out for me! hehehe.

stupid mickey dees breakfasts found their way up my already-big fat ass. pfft.



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wait a minute, sir.
you kindov hurt my feelings.