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By Paisley Hibou
Sneaks, leggings, sports bra, ponytail—check, check, check, and check.
Off to the gym! (Sadly, reluctantly, woefully...oh, why?)
Mama's got diabetes, all hands on deck.
You will be healthy and fit, no midnight pie.
First, to stretch, then to lift lady weights, and then to run in place.
Don't look in the mirror; you'll get subconscious about your face.
Your face is fine, but those hips? Those thighs?
Have you been eating nothing but Crisco the past two weeks?
Sorry, that was rude. Don't talk to yourself that way.
What are you staring at? Keep your eyes off the guys.
You want to be harassed? No, workout privacy is what every woman seeks.
No mixing of the sexes. How Victorian! In fact, this is such strenuous activity.
It might make you hysterical, you maniac. So, how about zap zap!
Electric shocks for you and you and you and you.
Feel better now? Is that a buggy on TV?
March on, march on, march on.
No more distractions for the wicked.
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