Welcome to my world

I make it a habit to go to the gym. Today, I fell asleep after work- while changing to go to the gym. I decided, ‘okay i deserve a day off, i need the rest.’ But then they came to clean my air conditioner and I didn’t want to be in the room so I went to the gym and went to a step class and I had an amazing workout.

I am your constant companion.
I am your greatest asset or heaviest burden.
I will push you up to success or down to disappointment.
I am at your command.
Half the things you do might just as well be turned over to me,
For I can do them quickly, correctly, and profitably.
I am easily managed, just be firm with me.
Those who are great, I have made great.
Those who are failures, I have made failures.
I am not a machine, though I work with the precision of a
machine and the intelligence of a person.
You can run me for profit, or you can run me for ruin.
Show me how you want it done. Educate me. Train me.
Lead me. Reward me.
And I will then…do it automatically.
I am your servant.
Who am I?
I am a habit

Ugh, why does the scale hold so much weight on my mind?

I know I’m not fat. I HATE HATE HATE the accompanied increase on my scale when I gain muscle weight. I know my muscles have got bigger and tighter, but the 10 lbs scale increase drives me bat crazy! I know I feel this way due to society and "woman thought" but how do most women overcome these feelings?

Dear Iraq,

I want to go home now, please let me.

Since I have your ear, a note about the food. Please give the chow-hall workers the knowledge and strength to make the food healthier. I’m sick of eating boiled eggs that are all but impossible to peel with their nasty grey yolks. If not healthier, perhaps just tastier.

 Also, I have a small complaint about the gym. While it is overcrowed with equipment, all of the equipment is on the verge of falling apart. I can’t even pull the cables down. I’m very disappointed.

 I’m sorry Iraq, maybe I shouldn’t be writing to you, maybe it’s America who I need to talk with.

Thanks for listening,

Amanda