Going to the Gym is Catholic Experience For Me...

When I walk into the Gym and see the Instructors, I feel compelled to confess. Seriously it is like going to a confessional for me.

Bless me Gym Rat for am Fat.
It has been 2 weeks since my last workout.
I lusted for the Super China Buffet 3 times.
I lied about how many times I went to McDonald's to my wife.
I super sized each time.
I idolized a beautiful Porter House at the Stater Bros. Meat counter.
I ate two twinkies out of the box while walking to the checkout stand. (But I was walking at the same time!)
I only drank 32 oz's of water a day...and had 32 oz's of coffee...
I did not "Go Skinny" on my Caramel Macchiato
I added too much dressing to my salad...and I added fritos as croutons.
For my cheese serving I at a snack pack of Cheezits...okay okay...I ate the whole box.
I used Peanut M&M's as my "Protein" snack
When I was supposed to do 15 reps on the chest press I only did 13...okay okay...12.
I picked the parkins spot closest to the gym so I did not have to walk as far.
Father Gym Rat...that is all my sin.

"Go on my fat one...and do 200 Sit ups and Crunches...you shall be forgiven"