I had one of those epiphanies today while at the gym: I do not like gyms. I do not like feeling confined amongst testosterone and sweat. I do not like that the smelliest male in the gym always manages to park himself right next to me. I do not like that he constantly raises his arms, letting this stink out more, as if it is some kind of pheromone. It’s not. Sorry.
So, in honor of my quest to cut things out of my life that cause me to feel negativity or lack of motivation, today, I give up the gym. Making progress.