My job has essentially been the same for four years now, I sit on a chair for 8 hours in front of a computer eating Chex Mix and drinking Mountain Dew. I also turned 21 sometime during my employment and I began living on nothing more than Chex Mix and beer while at home. That’s also not to mention Filth I have put in my body for this very website (Now you got a lawsuit on your hands, Malcolm.). Needless to say, I am not in the best shape, and I have recently found myself gasping for air after menial tasks like bringing the mail in and climbing into bed.
So I discussed the possibility of getting a membership to our local YMCA with my wife, the conversation went something like this:
Me: It seems I’m a little out of shape…
My Wife: Yes you are.
Me: Well, I was about to say maybe I should get a membersh…
My Wife: Yes you should.
Above: Everything I need to enjoy.