Gym Goers Everywhere Deal With This

After vacation in February, I decided that being curled in the fetal position on my couch, cursing the American college system and my own bad luck probably wasn't going to make me feel better. With all the free time I had, being jobless, I figured not was as good a time as any to attempt to lose weight.

Almost a full Couch to 5K program and three months of calorie counting later, I'm down 15lbs, I've lost most cravings for bad food, and for the most part, I have more energy and feel all around healthier. It's hard to gauge progress when I have to wake up for work at 4.30am most days out of the week; it's difficult to tell the difference between "normal" human tired and "you're too fat" tired. I've even improved my outlook on life a little, and have found ways to brush off those who seek to stress me.

Except there are still people at the gym who annoy the shit out of me.

I'm Surprised They Could Read It (it's in English, after all!)

Wrote and printed this, then left taped to the wall when I found a box of raisins strewn about. I'm almost certain it's the people on the second floor. The creepy people who are terrified of my 15lb dog, leave their personal stuff all over the bottom floor near the back exit of the building, and who stink up the entire building with their cooking.

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