FYI: I still do have anger management issues

I am one of those people who want to have their cake and eat it, too. Preferably as soon as possible. Usually the cake is not even ready when I'd already like to have it. I am trying to grow out of this by starting an actual diet. Not one of my classics "Well I will just eat this Mars bar now, but I will go for a run later." Yeah I know it burns the calories, but it still leaves the guilt and the sweet touch of chocolate lingering somewhere on my tongue. Not good.

No, I am not morbidly obese. No, I am not anorexic. I am a normal female citizen struggling to fit in the mould the society is trying to force me in. But in this case, I'd rather fit. Let me defend myself (that's what I am good at):
- I am trying to lose a couple of silly pounds (well, 15) so that I could, for once, feel comfortable in this body
- I have gained some weight. I lost my self-discipline somewhere along getting kicked out of a job (which was shit anyway) and finding myself back in the country that has never felt warm. In any way. I sound like a fucking emo-kid right now, but I do not give a flying rat's ass about that. Shit I wish I had a flying rat. I would totally teach it some cool tricks...

Enough about that.

Assuming that some pathetic bastard reads the crap I type, I promise you: I will be updating. More. More often? Anyway.

What really annoys me are the bitches at the gym. You know the type, if you ever have set a foot in the gym. I really hope you are not one of them!

There are two types of bitches.

Type A:

- These are the alpha females/males.
- They work out every fucking day. Just because. They know everyone who works or has ever worked at the gym.
- They look at you like you're a piece of crap.
- Eventually they will accept you as a new "gym bitch" after you've shed the extra weight and can show some
toned muscles.

Type B:

- These people do not even work out.
- They come to the gym wearing all new latest fucking Stella McCartney for Adidas crap / something trendy anyway.
- Some women do not wear a bra. They want the attention. Yes, you have nipples - AMAZING. Never seen those things before,
I believe they are made of meat, aren't they?
- They come to the gym so they can say they've gone to the gym.
- They can spend hours a day at the gym, doing nothing. Or just some small swinging movement on a fitness ball.

And I have a question for you, all my fellow gym chicas:

Why do some women wear three or four bras at the gym? How about you pay some more money and buy a proper fucking sports bra. And get them fitted, it is FREE. You might wanna show your tits now, but just give it a couple of years of running on a treadmill...

That's all folks.