Now, I know that I am envied by them skinny broads at the W-ight W-tchers* meetings for various reasons (having bigger breasts being one of them). I used to go to meetings and these little birdy women are limited to something like 20 points, which is super lame because two beers will totally kill about a fourth of their freaking points limit. I get to burn 44 points per day and even then, with the splurging and staying within my limits, I am freaking dying here.
According to my body weight and intensity of workout, I earned back 13 points, which gave me more freedom to eat things. I did an hour straight on the eliptical, totally rocking it out and putting in work to sweat. If I'm not sweating heavily, I'm not working. I easily found a machine when I got there, so my apprehensiveness for getting there was without merit. Add another reason for not wanting to go to the gym: smelly people. The dude working out next to me looked clean, but when he started sweating, it reeked of b.o. and axe body spray = barf. Thankfully, he was there for only 15 minutes.
A word on music for today: I have this workout mix I made especially for the gym entitled "Workout Mix: Alkaline Induced". Alkaline fucking Trio [iTunes link] comes in to save my ass, once again. Such a good mix of punk and mainstream-sounding jams to keep me moving. It's better (more manly) than my fascination with gay-ecstacy-party techno - I mean, that stuff keeps me moving, too, but I don't like to admit it.
*[I modified this because I don't want them coming after me with a cease and desist order]
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