The need to bust my butt... or lack there of.

I am not a gym person. I despise gyms.
I dont like people who run for 35 minutes on a treadmill and glisten beautifully all the while.
I dont like that everyone can see you while you work out.
I dont like that im paranoid that everyone else is watching and judging my work out.
I dont like working out.
Most of all, I hate motivating myself to go.

But I find myself inexplicably drawn to the gym.

I like the idea of having a gym.
I like the idea of working out before facing the day.
I like the idea that no body really talks to you at the gym.
I like the idea that going to the gym and working out can offset the thing I really like...
I like to eat.

This is my musing. I am not going to delve into the deep psychosocial factors that draw women to be thin, or men to be muscled.

I just want to eat more and feel less guilty.
And to be just the tiniest bit more bendy. *wink*