I hired some personal trainers to help me get in shape, but when they got to my house, they found me napping on the couch in my underwear with a donut in my mouth. I guess I must've nodded off while stuffing my face, and I was so embarrassed. They started taunting me for being such a gluttonous pig, humiliating me and pushing me to work out, but I was so exhausted, full and ashamed... They continued degrading and pushing me and I eventually just sent them away so I could eat my emotions by ordering some shame pizza. Maybe getting in shape is not for me after all.
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