Have I mentioned I effing hate working out

It took a lot of effort get to the gym today, almost Herculean. And then, just a dab more to stay there.
I've discovered that what I have to do is not think about it. I usually go later in the day, 9ish (to work off dinner... sure, there's a method to my madness. No, not really) and I would think about it at some point earlier in the day, and just obsess over how much I didn't want to go, so by the time 9ish rolled around, I had totally psyched myself out. So now, when I start thinking about how much I don't want to go, I think about something else. Even when its 9 o'clock and its time to get changed and go, I don't think about it. I just do it. Oh no. Did I just say that? Has that little piece of advertising history pervaded my psyche so much that I just used in reference to working out? I don't know if thats me, or I am just a puppet to Nike.
Oh well. *shrug*
I made it to the gym again, and it was all I could do to stay there for 30 minutes and burn off 300 calories. The douchebags at the Y leave the most boring shit on the TV screens. There are about 9 of them, and they ALL had sportsnet, or sports recaps. Come ON.
I swear, sometimes I think that God (or the Universe) wants me to be fat.
Sportsnet. Jebus.