The Most Annoying Kind of Woman

I can't stand the women who brag about working out. They somehow slip the subject into every conversation. The most annoying part of it is that it's not actually bragging - it's more complaining. Only it's ridiculous complaining like if you said: "I hate having too much cash in my wallet because it makes my bag too heavy." These are the types of complaints: "Oh, my trainer banned me from the gym because I've been working out too much."; I've had to get all my clothes altered, and it's costing me an arm and a leg." My favorite and the one I hear all the time from annoying women is: "I'm so sore from working out! I can hardly move." It's fine if you hear it once, but not every single frigging day. We get it! You work out. Good for you. Now, get out of my face, so I can eat my Ho-Ho's in peace.

Starting the Gym Again

After about 3 months away from the gym, I'm going back. I hate working out. I don't like it, but I have to do it. I'm the type of person who has to stay motivated, or I will stop going. Right before I went to Vegas, I stopped going because I was busy planning and packing for my vacation. I had a great reason not go, right? Sure, but then what was my excuse for the next 3 months??!! I'm lazy when I let myself. I'm no Jessica Biel or Cameron Diaz; you won't see me working out for hours at a time or surfing. In fact, I don't like being active. If I had my way, I would be sitting on my couch eating ice cream every day. Then, my clothes wouldn't fit me anymore, and I would have to get special big girls clothes. So, it's either start working out or investing in a new wardrobe. Summer is just around the corner, so I've decided to hit the gym again. And by hitting the gym, I mean popping in for a 1/2 hour every other day after work and doing about 10 minutes of cardio and 20 minutes lifting weights. I hate cardio. I despise it, but I've heard workouts are more effective if you raise your heart rate. Ugh, 10 minutes on the treadmill is like an eternity. Every minute, I look up at the clock, and think, when is this going to be over??!! I wish I was one of those women who loved the gym. You always see those women, running for a solid hour on the treadmill, glistening in sweat. They look so happy. I would love to be one of those women, but I'm not. I'm the woman who hates the gym, and I hate running even more. The last time I ran, I think I was running after an ice cream truck.