After four months, despite my love for fluffy towels and finance gods carved from sheet rock, I canceled my membership. Realistically, I couldn't afford it forever, and the experience gave me the drive to continue crushing it on my own. Incredibly fancy gyms cater to a certain socioeconomic class that most people just don't fall in, but when you have a membership, you can conduct stealth reconnaissance on that rarefied strata of society that likely has no idea they're indulging in luxuries most people can't even imagine.
Oh, and those 8lbs? They're gone. Sometimes, when you make the right investments in yourself, they pay off.
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