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Exercise—the word that sparks guilt, sweat, and a sudden craving for butter-laden parathas. Let’s face it, folks, workouts have never been my idea of fun. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to voluntarily suffer while pretending to “live your best life”?
People say, “Health is wealth.” But did you know what else is wealth? A Netflix subscription, a cozy blanket, and the ability to eat without panting like a Punjabi baraat dholwala. To me, exercising feels like a betrayal of my body’s natural state of inertia. Why run when you can walk? Why walk when you can sit? Why sit when you can lie down and scroll reels that promise “flat belly in 5 minutes”?
Morning workouts are the cruelest. “Wake up early,” they said. “It’ll energize you,” they lied.
Let me paint you a picture: It’s 6 a.m., the alarm is shrieking, and I am curled up in my blanket wondering why I was born. A brisk jog, they say? Sure, if my definition of a jog includes running from my bed to the kitchen to make tea.
Some people say yoga is relaxing. These people are liars. I tried it once. My instructor asked me to touch my toes. Excuse me, my toes? I haven’t seen them in years unless I drop my phone and accidentally discover they exist. And the downward dog pose? It’s basically an elaborate way to humiliate yourself while your dog stares, silently judging.
Let’s not forget the Instagram brigade. They post videos of their perfect squats, their quinoa salads, and their post-run glow. Meanwhile, I look like a melting wax statue after climbing a single flight of stairs.
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Here’s the thing: exercise has its place, and it’s definitely not in my heart. I respect people who do it, but I love myself just the way I am—content, slightly chubby, and deliciously lazy.
If my spirit animal is a sloth, why should I pretend to be a cheetah? This life is for savoring chai, binge-watching TV, and having existential debates about why gyms even exist.
So, next time someone says, “You should try working out,” just smile and say, “I do—on my patience, every time you ask me that.” Cheers to unapologetic laziness!
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