Sweatin' the character disorders right outta me

Last night, I had a revelation.

I was at the gym, sitting on that machine, the one that's like the Thighmaster, only with weights. I never know how much weight I'm doing, though, because I belong to a ghetto gym and the little stickers that identify the weight increments have fallen off, except for the half of one that says 5, but that's way down. Anyway, I may not know how much I'm lifting, but I'm sure it's a lot.

There I am, squeezing my thighs together with enormous weight behind each squeeze, and thinking, like you do. I was thinking about one of my numerous unhealthy behaviors that I repeat with alarming frequency, when suddenly, I realized why I do it. And I realized how to make it stop. I nearly jumped from my weight machine and did the butt dance.

Now? I can remember neither the unhealthy behavior nor its solution. So much for breakthroughs.