My mom and sisters take Zumba classes on Wednesdays, and always pleasantly invite me to come along.
I sternly reply “NO” and go back to eating spaghetti on the couch.*
I don’t hate exercising, and I’m not a fatty fat fat.
This is my bone to pick:
It has a LOGO.
I don’t like that.
Frosted Flakes has a logo. Batteries have logos. And plenty of other things that you buy and eventually run out and/or stop working.
I feel like I will run out of Zumba, or like it won’t really help my body.
I feel like it wants me to trust it, and I feel like it should just be natural and that it’s moving way to fast for me.
It feels like a horny crummy boy you meet at a skating rink.
* I eat Spaghetti on Wednesdays nights often.