I'm looking like a lazy butterball in this feeble attempt at fitness. I get winded in seconds struggling to move my wobbling, heavy body. My blubber shakes my clothes off and I get exhausted having to keep stretching them back over my gut. Breathless, I lie down for a break only to get pinned and exhausted again just getting all my rippling lard upright. Moving at my size has gotten so hard, and in the end I just give up and play with my blubber instead. I'm so fat that becoming fit would be impossible, and I love it. I'd rather be a lazy pig anyway.