Every once in a while I do something that makes me feel like a grown up. You know.  Like shower on a slightly regular though admittedly less than normal basis.

Recently, however, I feel very adult like for joining a gym.

A few weeks ago I joined Planet Fitness because it’s cheap as fuck and because it’s close to the townhouse I’m staying in.

I like Planet Fitness. The machines are purple and most of the people that go there are so out of shape, they make me feel like a super model. Ok so maybe not a super model, but perhaps a  “health” blogger that doesn’t base all her meals around gravy.

However, I went to PF on Monday and was a little shocked by what I saw.

Little.

Caeser’s.

Pizza.

Apparently every Monday, PF has a pizza party.

I mean…

I usually have a protein shake after I work out, but I guess a piece of pizza is a decent substitute.

Kinda.

Sorta.

Not really.

WTF, Planet Fitness?

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