I am a runner. I don't enjoy it. But I run so that I can enjoy pizza parties - not so I can suffer through salad parties. Running has given me a body like an underwear model! Did I say, "underwear model"? ...because I meant "beanbag chair." Yes, my friends, I have a beer gut. And I have named him after his fathers: Fries, Alcohol, Tacos, Aunt Jemima, Skittles and Snickers" ...or F.A.T.A.S.S. for short. :) har har har (crying on the inside) I want to get a gym membership. But I'm a little intimidated by the sacks of protein powder that infest the whole joint. I would like to propose a gym where only those who are above a certain B.M.I. are allowed to work out. As soon as you reach a healthy weight, they throw you out the door; and they yell, "Get your slammin' bootay out of our gym! And never come back, you stunning piece of desire!!! PS - Nice bum!!!" You would never feel so good about being kicked out of a place! In the video below I discuss my insecurities in the world of physical appearance & fitness. Leave a comment below to let me know how to stay in shape without hating every second of it!