Working out - Ugh

I'm not into working out. My philosophy: No pain. No pain.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I decided to get in shape. The latest craze was "Body for Life". It turned out to be body for 12 weeks.

Some people enjoy the workout. They live for it. I know a wonderful couple who work out - hard - every day. The gyms are packed with people, especially this time of year. "This year, I'm going to get into shape! Been there, done that.

I'm just going to say it. I hate working out. I'm a couch potato. I have no idea why people call those of us who choose not to work out potatoes; I prefer spud. Sounds better, doesn't it? Sort of like a cool nickname." Hey, Spud!". Ok, that will be my nickname from now on.

People who enjoy working out also enjoy the pain that comes with it. They say "No pain, no gain". I say, "No pain, no pain". Sounds better, doesn't it? I think so. What's the point? To find a mate? I'm happily married, and we didn't meet at a gym. It was a comedy club. No pain there, unless one of the comics eats it like a plow horse.

Just because I'm a Spud (oh yeah, liking the nickname better every minute) doesn't mean I'm obese. I'm not a candidate for "The Biggest Loser". My heart is healthy, lungs are in good shape, liver is fine... I'm good.

I love most everyone. Those who know me well understand that, so I will never put anyone down who loves to work out. To each his own. Even Spud. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take a nap.
See you tomorrow.