I hate exercise.
I know, I know. Hate is a very strong word and I need to be careful throwing it around too casually.
I stand by my statement 100%.
I HATE it. Hate, hate, hate.
Is that strong enough for you?
Exercise is the worst. I know I’m weak and my body is quickly declining into a mushy blob of flesh. I don’t need to run a mile, complete a max number of 3 push-ups or even dead press 25lbs to remind me.
Watching what I eat is even harder.
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