Had my little fitness assessment with a trainer at my gym tonight. At the beginning of the conversation he asked what my goals were. I said lose weight, get fit. For the rest of the hour all we talked about was my Weight Loss Plan. I felt like a contestant on the Biggest Loser. The whole body-fat-percentage measurement didn't help either, as the number* is hideous. Quitting smoking was a horrible idea...

Sounds like I'm going to be moving into the gym soon...

*: I could tell you the number, but then I'd have to kill you.

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