There are very few things in this world that I truly hate. However, working out is the number one thing that I truly, bottom of my heart hate. Well then, why do it you might ask. I ask myself that all of the time, then I turn to TLC, (The Learning Chanel) and watch a show featuring 700 pound people. I am not exaggerating, 700 + pounds. This man, who was in England, could not leave his bed. I didn’t watch long enough to see how he relieved himself; I didn’t really want to know. It was, although, sufficient motivation to get me to the gym. I went all last week for the first time in over a year; I used to be very fanatical about it. Then I slacked off. Now I am back and working furiously at not being 700 pounds. Yes, that is my only goal. Not to be that huge. I’m not huge now; I just don’t want to be. So off to the gym tomorrow to torture myself so I will not be ginormous. Oh did I mention I am trying to exist on 500 or less calories a day. I have yet to achieve that goal. It is mostly around 1000. Which is probably more realistic for a healthy lifestyle however, I have never been accused of healthy eating habits. Any thoughts….