I love the fitness club I go to. Aside from the fact that it’s a women’s only club (no sweaty jocks), normal people work out there.
I don’t like working out next to women with tight butts who eat carrot sticks all day long. I much prefer the women who, like me, just need to keep moving so as to not melt into the couch. Women who, like me, follow up a great workout by drinking lots of water and gorging an entire roll of Ritz crackers because they are so buttery they are better than chocolate.
(Well, maybe not BETTER, but at least AS GOOD as chocolate and somehow more justifiable.)