I am one of small number of gym goers who really enjoys January at the gym. That’s right. Crowds and all! Why you may ask…because unlike the other 11 months of the year, I have company. During January, I’m not the only one who has to slow down on the treadmill to pull my shorts down, as the friction of my thighs rubbing together have given them that fat girl shorts in a wad syndrome. 
I can look over and see a kindred spirit in the line of treadmills who is breathing so hard they look like they might pass out, but no…false alarm, just slowing down to adjust the pants.
When I finally give up and stumble off the machine there are plenty of other red faced sweat drenched gym rat wannabees, and I am not alone. I blend in. This year I am hopeful that when the crowd of kindred fatties have long since fallen off the wagon, I will be blended in with the fit and athletic types.  The cool ones, not the meat heads. Wish me luck…