It’s a word that conjures up images of torture, sweat, and boredom. And it’s more complicated than ever now. Apparently exercises now have levels, breaks, rest days, and sets. Almost sounds like a bad video game.
I have a better idea for all those exercise fanatics out there— go to the nearest ghetto, shout a racial slur as loud as you possibly can, and run as fast as your lard legs will take you. While being shot at by dozens of angry ghetto people, weight loss will quickly disappear as a concern. Luckily for me, I never have to deal with it, because I can eat fast food all I want and still stay in my weight.