On Healthy Eating and Self Torture

SO. I've joined a gym. Again. This time last year I actually joined a gym and contrary to popular belief went more than twice. The problem I had though was this: it was boring! Now I know all you actual healthy livers, movers and shakers out there will be all "It's not supposed to be fun!" but I ask you; are you not supposed to enjoy it even a little? In the end my exercising half-life seemed to be somewhat closer to that of fruit fly than the athlete I'm hiding somewhere beneath all the fat. The following 3 months actual got paid for as I told (read: lied to) myself that I'd go again.
Fast forward many months to the end of March 2010. With my best friend no longer half a country away at university, I used my keen wits to convince him to tag along to this flaunted building of machines designed exclusively to make you hurt. The conversation went something like this:
"Kev. Come to the gym with me."
"Ok."
He never stood a chance. And last week we signed over our bank details, firm in our beliefs that in time we'd be carved into some kind of demi-gods capable of running miles on a single breath and bench-pressing small families. This has yet to occur but 3 sessions means that I may require multiple breaths to walk a mile and can bench-press a small family of hamsters. Healthy living aside, people only go to the gym so they can look good naked. Everything else is just useful side-effects. Living longer means looking sexy longer. Needless to say, I'm now enjoying it. With my partner in crime egging me on all the while. Oddly enough the running/rowing/jogging/weighting is actually easier than it used to be. My theory: quasi-vegetarianism.
I love meat. It's awesome. But my diet was less than awesome and I can be picky when it comes to veggies. So I made myself be a vegetarian for 1-2 months in order to try things more and I have to say, quorn is pretty damn awesome to. Now I eat it most of the time and only engage in flesh consumption when someone else has cooked.

Pros: Delicious
Healthier
More energy
Insanely easy to cook
No dead animals for people to shout at me for

Cons: Quorn be freaking expensive!
My sleepy little city barely sells the stuff anywhere
I have been more ill more times while this has gone on
than when I was Mr. Picky-Carnivore, Consumer of Flesh

All in all it falls down to whether I want to be poorer, suffer illness more, have less time for fun but look sexy OR have more money, lots of meat, negligible illnesses, all the fun-time I want but be referred to as "cuddly".

Think it's a pretty obvious choice. Now where'd I put my gym bag?