I went to a weight-lifting class at the gym today in hopes of working off all that turkey stuffing I ate. Instead of working up a good sweat, we got an hour-long lecture from our instructor who acted like the class was his platform to put on a one-man show.
He even came prepared with props , such as newspaper articles reporting that the average Thanksgiving dinner contains 5,000 calories. He also pulled out a plate, napkin and wine glass and demonstrated how to hold all three objects in one hand so your other hand can be free to greet people during holiday parties. Geez, I didn’t come to the gym for a nutritional analysis or an etiquette lesson—I came to blast calories!