uggghhhhhh...

The elliptical trainer was hell today. I had to drop it down to level 3 and I could only do 7.30 minutes before my ankle starting really screaming at me to stop. Of course my legs had been screaming for about 4 min. already, but I was ignoring them. I hate that machine

But I hate being fat more. I hate how I look in the mirrow naked. I hate how it looks when I sit on the side of the bed and all the fat just ooooozes all over. I know this is self indulgent, but I'm TIRED of my FAT clothes not fitting me.

One more day of upper body circuit training. Next week, I start back onto splits. Back and Biceps, Chest and Triceps. I'll need some reminding of different exercises to do. Wish the personal trainers werent so expensive.

Tho today, once of the asian guys at the gym came over and gave me some hints. He seemed pretty nice, tho not that clueful, but I did watch him doing katas by the mirror. He's definately clueful about THAT.

Must talk to him Friday.

Ate two too many of those chocolate oreos with lunch. Doh.

Off to drink more water and convince myself I have to go on Friday. Maybe after two months of this, I'll see some changes and feel like its worth it. The problem at the gym are the constant interruptions to the music for them to push their latest 'fat melting' crap. *loathe* Xenedrine, or Cytosomething, or bally's own brand of probably makes your heart palpitate using it stuff...

Also doesnt help that the in shape men are constantly wandering over to the 'womens' section to do situps. Fuck off. Go pick up chicks somewhere else and quit hogging my machine. Friday I'll check out the guys side. Maybe that will be less weird.

Must remember to bring my inhaler. Air quality not so great and lungs were giving out way the fuck too early, both during cardio and chest exercises.