when I go to the gym each day. I think about how much I enjoy exercising, how lucky I am that Howard pays for me to attend such a lovely facility, but mostly I think about the fact that just because something comes in a particular clothing size does not mean you should be wearing it. I want to inform the 60 year old wearing a white spandex top with no sports bra that I can see her nipples that sit right above her belly button. I want to let the woman in the very light pink pants know that I can see her black thong. Most importantly I want to tell at least 50% of the women there that I can see every ounce of cheese through their pants that are so damn tight it would be inappropriate to wear them anywhere else. I have tried so hard over the years to subscribe to the camp of "it's their lives, people should be able to do whatever they want and it shouldn't bother me." However, how could I possibly let that be the case when I KNOW I am right.
On another note, I would like everyone reading this to know that my New Years resolution was to be nicer (at Howards request). So if you read the above entry and thought, that wasn't very nice, trust me it was nicer than it would have been prior to January 1st.
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