
I dragged my lazy ass to the gym yesterday to sign up. I hate gyms, but with my new schedule and not much to get out of bed for, my body feels limp and pathetic. I need to move it, move it.
On my form, here were a few questions and how I answered them:
Q: What is your fitness goal?
A: Smaller boobs!
Q: Why do you want to join the gym?
A: I am a lazy bum
Q: Why haven't you joined until now?
A: Gyms make me feel like a hamster on a wheel
I was glad the girl who helped me join didn't push the whole weight loss thing. She had some nice little curves herself, actually. There was nothing superficial about the whole experience, which was wonderful because superficiality is my biggest problem with gyms.
Anyway, I expect to feel half human again within a few weeks, and hopefully my boobs will shrink to a point where I can wear button-up shirts without looking like a stripper before the show.