I’ve decided to lose some weight. And there are two ways that might happen: one – I keep eating and living a sedentary life and get fatter and fatter until my outer layers will collapse towards my center of gravity, like it happens with neutrino stars. Or two, stop eating all day and go to the gym.
I chose the second one. Going to gym isn’t an easy task, since I’m…well…Spanish impaired. Here, in order to signup to a gym one should pay a matriculation fee. I say “should” because nobody actually pays that tax. The lady behind the counter always “makes you a special offer”. Of course, the whole idea of a matriculation tax is stupid. I mean, why would anyone pay 150 euros just so that he’ll be allowed to pay another 60 euros monthly fee in order to go to the gym. Buying the right to buy. And I thought Spain was a socialist country 
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A quite unusual thing for me was that here the gym charges money directly from your bank account. Every month, until you decide to revoke the deal. I’ve later found out that it’s about the same with all other bills: water, gas, rent, phone and so on. They just suck money out of your bank account until you decide to cancel. The only problem so far is that I haven’t found any “cancel” button in my online banking account. But I’m sure it’s there somewhere. I has to be.
Well, I’ll think about that later. Now I have some heavy stuff to lift 