Some of us were brought up in a time when exercise wasn’t considered fun.
It was kind of new (at least for women) in the 1970s and 80s and weirdly regarded as a sort of obligation or a self-punishment. Something you had to do if you were unlucky or had Mom genes or maybe a love for pasta.
Run it off. Burn it off. Melt t…
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