(res). resolve. resolution.

I got a free month pass to 24 Hr. Fitness a couple of days ago.

Possibly life-changing.  Making numerous promises to close friends (Keku?  Tish?  ring a bell?  GET YOUR HANDS OFF THE LEMON FROSTING!) about the 'healthy' way to live yet polluting that very temple 'cause my body is my temple' with booze, cigarettes (non? smoking or second-hand smoke via Jon, but I don't care), and gluttony - Hershey's S'mores, anyone?  Time management is a bust - Work, or Jon.  Not much else going on, not unless you count the Vodka-in-the-Fanta nights with Sheens or that one beer tower night at Jackies Kitchen at Ala Moana.  I'm a creature in a world called habit, and i'm just living it.

Perhaps.  Perhaps the pass was a calling.  Martyr, maybe.  I'm a Martyr for those who want to be healthy but fall into self-fufilling prophecy of 'I'll never lose weight".  Hypocrite.  I've done it (rather unhealthilly) before.  Bull... shit.  It's all in the mind, most just can't even jump over the hurdle of what is called 'laziness'.  It's determination.  It's that one millionth time you've heard from your mother about how 'fat' you've become.  I wonder how much times it takes for a person to hear 'fat' being associated with them before they finally crack?

Rage being another.  Perhaps it's been rubbed off on me, but the tolerance levels for bullshit have been shot.  Perhaps, I finally met someone I just don't fucking like, for once.  Usually, I play 'little nice girl' and don't give them any satisfaction, but truth be told, I just think shes a downright bitch.  Rage, I tell you.

Gotta resolve.  I need a resolution.