How insidious are these fast food people, where they put such delicious junk food right next door to a gym? Maybe that’s the secret to their success.
I’ve been told I have an eating disorder, and that I use food as a substitute for love. I am not the most cerebral person, but I believe that I am gluttonous because I have no concept of impulse control. I eat too much, true, but I also drink far too much beer, I smoke too many cigarettes, and I sit on my butt too much. Overeating is just a subset of my overall problem. I believe I can control my impulses if I just try hard enough, so as of two weeks ago I am in a physical fitness regimen of my own devising. I am eating less, I am eating healthier, and I am taking a weight lifting class on Tuesdays and a yoga class on Fridays. I think I need to find a new gym, though, because the one I’ve been using is located two doors down from a pizza shop, a McDonalds, and a Taco Bell. How insidious are these fast food people, where they put such delicious junk food right next door to a gym? Maybe that’s the secret to their success. As often as I am going to the gym, walking past all of these places, and smelling their food, every time is wearing me down. I found another gym, but it is located across the street from a bar and that seems even more dangerous to me. I can imagine working out, staring through the front window of the gym and just staring at the bar until I lose my willpower and run over there.