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Oh god. When the hell did I let myself become such a fatass?* Twenty minutes on the elliptical machine and a single set of situps, pushups and squats and I am huffing and puffing like my pork chop dinner has retreated into his sturdy brick edifice.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to Springsteen and lament the loss of the athletic prowess of my teenage years watch Conan the Barbarian and catch up on my editing work.

* Answer: The last eight years of relative sloth.