Life Insurance

One of the nicest things about our new apartment is that is has a fitness center. It's not real big, but at least it's right here. If I had to drive across town, I'd probably never go. Unfortunately, when we moved in I made the mistake of telling Derek we needed to work out because I want to lose a few pounds. So now he has made himself my personal trainer. And let me tell you, he's a drill seargent. It wasn't until today that I realized what was going on. He's out for my life insurance money. He's trying to run me to an early grave! So the way I see it, one of three things will happen:
1) I'll be skinny
2) Derek will be rich
3) I'll get ticked off, stop listening to Derek, and continue to be my chunky self