I got up on time for the gym today. It doesn’t matter. It makes absolutely zero difference on the scale whether or not I go.

And even if I get there early, Bike Lady will be there ahead of me and take my bike. There are literally like 10 other bikes she could choose, but she has to have mine, the one I’m comfortable with.

One day I got there before they opened and she was already at the door and when they opened she ran upstairs and put all her stuff on the bike before she even went into the locker room, just so I couldn’t take it.

I don’t call her Bike Lady in real life. In real life I call her something less flattering.

It’s just easier to let her “win” and wait for her to finish. She’s faster than me. Everyone is.

I’m feeling so down right now. I’m all dressed for the gym, but I don’t feel like I have it in me to get up and go. I want to curl up and cry.

I know it sounds like whining. I know there are worse problems than mine. But so many things just seem unfair to me.