and feta and chickpeas and onion and other good stuff. healthy stuff. back on the ‘eating well it’s not the holidays any more’ track stuff. not that I mind. over the holidays I put too many things in my tummy that usually I stay away from, greasy and boozy and (just once) stuff that comes from a place with a slogan that (I think) goes “I’m lovin’ it”

no tony it wasn’t a mcrib. sorry.

everyone’s all ‘omg don’t you hate when yr gym gets all crowded after new years because everyone’s trying to get fit for like three weeks?’ and my response is, no you jerk fitness is for everyone and if some peeps can only handle being fit for a few weeks/months out of the year then that’s cool with me.

though honestly I take a weird sort of satisfaction in seeing the same peeps every time I’m at the gym. the burly black dude and the super-build asian dude and that blonde white chick with her fake eyelashes that she lost on the floor one time last year.

though the best guy at my gym is this older guy who must be in his sixties at least who wears one of these one-piece wrestling onesies every time he works out. he has a few colours, purple and highlighter green and lemon yellow and sky blue. he’s amazing to watch because even though he’s not patrick stewart built bro’s in good shape and the self-confidence that it takes to rock one of those in a gym filled with mid-20s douchebags is staggering.

I don’t have those kinds of balls in a literal or figurative sense. I wear a nice tank top and some capris and cute socks for nobody else to see but me.

but these peeps make me feel better about being at the gym on a routine basis. we don’t smile or wave or even acknowledge each other at all but at least for me it’s comforting to see some of the usual suspects killin it on the treadmill right along with me.

hopefully some of the new year’s faces stick around this time.

cause honestly that spandex onesie is distracting, and not in a good way.