Exercise and Whipping It

I am watching the news and a guy just got shot with a BB gun while he was out jogging .  This just proves what I’ve always suspected...working out can kill you....There is zero chance I will die that way...

I don’t enjoy working out. There is something about it that just makes me (pun intended) sweat.  I don’t think it can compare to the sheer exhilaration of eating a piece of red velvet cheesecake or a Krispy Kreme donut. Moving around that much can’t possibly be good for you. 

I think it’s the word “work” in the words “working out” that makes me break out in hives. I literally have to give myself a pep talk every.single.time I even think about turning on a workout video. I am totally unfamiliar with those positive endorphins that supposedly get released when we attempt to whip our bodies into submission. Probably because I’m mentally groaning and chanting to myself, “Ok, only three more of these blasted things until I’m done...ok, two more, ok, one more, ok DONE!” This isn’t a good attitude. Don’t be like Elaine...

The older I get, the more I realize how my stubby little body has betrayed me. I mean, I never had wrinkles, or droopy bottom or random hairs growing out of strange places. I was cute, I was perky. I was hairless in places I was supposed to be hairless. Nowadays, I am none of the above and I’m not happy about it. Maybe if I worked out more I could at least do something about the droopy bottom....I can’t decide if it bothers me that badly or not...

Maybe I need to take Devo’s advice...”When a problem comes along, you must whip it. Now whip it! Into shape! Shape it up!” The last thing I whipped was when I squirted some Reddi Whip into my cup of tea...

just a fun little blog for you today! God bless you, fellow whippers!  

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