Healthy/Unhealthy Story

Unhealthy
Ugh time to work out again. It’s such as hassle, all this movement. It means I have to actually get off of this comfortable couch of mine just to walk on a treadmill not going anywhere. Or the machine that stimulates a bike…how does that help me at all? I’m not going anywhere, I'm just pedaling. Such a waste of my time. I’d rather be right where I am right now, sitting on my big comfy couch and relaxing while watching some good old trash TV shows. My favorite show right now is currently Real World, I love watching their drama. It’s so much better then actually having my own drama, and it doesn’t involve me moving my muscles at all. I have my best friend right next to me, my big old bag of greasy potato chips. Yum. I'm perfectly happy here, even if my pants are getting to tight and my stomach is bulging out of my shirt. I’ll just buy bigger clothes, it doesn’t matter if I'm a 2xL right now. Screw the gym, I think. I reach for the remote to flip the channel, there goes my exercise. That took a lot of my effort.

Healthy
It’s Sunday again! Time for my gym trip. I love going to the gym, I get that adrenaline boost while I work out on the treadmill, the bike, and various other cardio machines. I go on the treadmill and set the incline to 10.0 and speed to 10.0. Whew, that was a good run. I feel so energized and powerful. After cardio, I move on to strength building. Nothing satisfies me more than working my arms and legs. Last week I lifted 70 pounds, this time I'm going to try for 80. Each week I lift 10 more than the last, as a way to push myself. I love looking in the mirror to see my muscles, and my non-existent fat. I'm nothing like my brother, the fat slob who sits at the TV all day eating unhealthy food. I have a healthy diet, and I try to work out at home as much as I can, doing sit-ups and push-ups. After the gym, I have so energy, I set off for a ten mile run along Central Park. Aaaaahhhh, I love being healthy.