I hit the gym 3~5 times per week. It's one of the best parts of my life. I'm not, nor will I ever be, a muscle man but I'm in pretty solid shape.
Every year, just before the New Year, new people start pouring in. It gets worse the first week in January but it doesn't last more than a few days. These people, at least from a fitness point of view, are morons.
You know the people I'm talking about. They come in all flabby and weezing, step up to the machines and try to nail up huge weight beyond their abilities. Their motions are so herky-jerky and they have such little control of the weight that they hurt themselves trying to pretend they're in good shape.
... then there are the fat chicks. I try to be respectful of obesity generally. It is a terrible issue for a lot of people. The thing is, these broads come in, step onto the treadmill or stationary bike, set the mother fukker on kill and start peddling as fast as they can. Jesus, lady. Let us get a crash cart ready before you pull that shit.
What's going through these women's minds? Did they look in the mirror one day and say to themselves, "Gee... I don't look good. I need to loose 200 lbs. I think I can lose the weight in 10 minutes by exercising until I hurt myself and living off rice cakes for 4 days. ... then, once I'm slim, I'll go back to the couch and rolling bon-bons on my tongue."
The thing about a sedentary lifestyle is it screws up your entire system from the colon to your state of mind. None of it is good. When you begin to exercise, things start working properly. The colon, not believing it's good fortune that it can function again, starts passing the gas that normally would just stay put and cause bloating. These sedentary people always fart like crazy when they start to exercise.
.... so I'm sawing away on an elliptical trainer and Rosanne Barr pulls in next to me. Within 3 minutes, I was engulfed in a methane bubble that was the nastiest one I've ever been exposed to. I was on a little over half way through a 60 minute cycle but I had to step off and move to a stationary bike.
I like to pretend I don't notice when that happens but this one was beyond what I could deal with. Gads!