I don't get it. Ideally, one works out to feel good about themselves and their body. Well I don't. After working out 'regularly' for several weeks, my bones hurt, my feet are blistered and my body is just overall achy (without any flu-like symptons to even go along with it). And this is supposed to be sustainable? Yeah right.
Pavlov was on to something. This classical conditioning is making me hate working out. I mean - I work out, feel sore and repeat. This is not what I call fun. In fact, I cringe and hunch my shoulders at the idea of working out (in particular running) as you do with rhetorical-question-answerer-girl on Monday evenings.
I wish it was socially acceptable to be lazy and fat. What's wrong with that? Nothing. I am infinitely more happy sitting on the couch, reading a magazine or watching some good ol' T.O. show and enjoying a strawberry fruit bar then lacing up my blister-inducing running shoes, shorts that don't support and a tankini that isn't very breathable to go running outside and avoiding broken window glass and crackpipes along the streets of Queens.
I wish that people were comfortable in their own skin and motivations instead of being society-pressured to work out. They only do it to get shagged but once you're with someone who promises to shag you for the rest of your life, I think a deal should be struck with them that vows should be upheld: through THICK and thin...or thicker.
I'm done ranting for now.
xoxo
Sore Turkey
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