I avoid the gym at all costs. I despise it. And these 15 dumbest things about going to the gym are precisely why I hate it.
Sometimes, when I especially hate my love handles, I will venture out into the stinky, sweaty abyss of tiny towels and GTL-obsessed greaseheads to fast-walk on the treadmill. I always check-in on Foursquare, just to let my "friends" know that yes, I am healthy and awesome. But I am secretly not, because working out once every couple of weeks does nothing for your cheese gut and chocolate ass. I know this first-hand. Yet, there is no other way.
Maybe one day, science will discover a type of macaroni & cheese that increases metabolism and melts fat poundage. But until then, I will continue to brave the spinning classes, the dry sauna and the obnoxious club music every couple of weeks. If anything, just to keep up appearances.