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Working out.

I hate working out. I don't care if I miss work outs and it is not my passion to work out. I sleep eat and go to work. If I didnt have to watch my weight then I wouldn't even think about working out. But unfortunately my life has been a constant reminder of having to work out. I dread it. Just thinking about it makes me angry and I resent it. My advice.. dont get fat and then you wont have that problem. It will always be a constant struggle. I keep telling myself to just get unfat and then I wont have to work out anymore. But from what I'm being told it doesn't work that way. I hate it. I loath it. If it were up to me,  I wouldn't even do it at all. I dont agree with that mumbo jumbo work out crap. Society says we have to be skinny and healthy. What the fuck ever. If it were up to me I would just be me. Sadly I live in a lifestyle that calls for being skinny and this so called healthy crap. What. Ever.

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