Sweat is icky

Yuck.
Big yuck.
I like exercising.
I hate sweat.

Sometimes I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin and fat and be a walking pile of organs and clean white bones (well, they'd glow because I take teteracycaline but...)...
*sigh*
My fucked up eating habits and fucked up mind comes about this time of year. I associate winter with sitting out in the cold, smoking, hunger, and barfing. Fun, huh?
fuuuuccck.