On the boredom of going to the gym

As for this project of losing weight by writing about it on the blog, you’ll understand that, hell, I’ve failed spectacularly. Despite Manuel’s friendly prodding, I gave up a good while ago. Coming back from Brussels, along with good beer and good chocolate, I’ll also be bringing home a generous package of good intentions as a souvenir.

I’m trying to reorganize my healthy life, and I’ve already booked an appointment with a new nutritionist. Meanwhile I’m trying to figure out, as far as exercise goes, whether to keep up with swimming or go to the gym. Maybe the second one would help me more toward the goal, but just the thought of it makes me detonate.

There. The dilemma. Give me one reason to go to the gym despite being certain I’ll be bored to death at every single session. Please, convince me that it’s great to go and that it’s enormously worth it.