The worst mistake of my life..

I accepted an offer/dare from a couple of guys at work and accompanied them to the gym today. It sounded like such a good idea at the time. But then I realised the only gym clothing I’ve ever owned was my school PE kit, which is now too small, and unusable anyway after my mum once used it to mop up her vomit, and then left it in the garden for a fortnight. So I had to walk into the gym in a pair of Bermuda swimming shorts, and a borrowed L.A Lakers basketball shirt being distorted by my fatness.
And then I met ‘Tony’ the gym guy. What a sadist. A bald, attractive, muscular, uncaring swine of the first order whose only goal in life is to make fat people look stupid, and laugh at them while he does it. I ran, I rowed, I lifted weights, I sweated, I felt sick.
He asked me if I’d be back again tomorrow, and would I possibly like to join in the Hardcore High-Jinx Fighting Fit Circuit Training Club that meets tomorrow night? ‘Sod that for a game of soldiers’ was the phrase in my head, but I managed to continue my new-found politeness and say ‘I’ll see how I feel later’
Well it IS later now, so how do I feel? As if my body has been flattened by a steam roller and then filled with sand to re-shape it. Dieting is bad enough, without putting myself through this shit as well..
Never again.

RC 22-4-09
2215 BST