Relationships

I was sitting here debating about going to the rec, but then i remembered that my legs hate me for the bike ride into the wind that Gimp and I took today. And i just drank a lot of water, and my belly is full. I have decided that I have a HUGE love-hate relationship with el rec center. I feel good about myself and in better shape (which I am) until I step in those doors and head to the locker room. In the locker room, I then hear "Oh my God! I weigh 120 pounds, I'm so fucking fat" come from the the area where the scale is. Then I hear it again from the friend, only the number is like 115 or something. I mean, i know that if I ever weighed that much, I'd be freakin' anorexic. I need to go grocery shopping, but now I don't want to. Why can't I just eat what I want and be in shape and buff like i used to? Oh yeah, college happened. Fuck you college!

I also hate more horn right now too, but that's another rant for another time....