If working out was like chocolate:
I'd exercise once, maybe even twice a day.
It would be easy.
I would want to do it.
I'd have to tell myself, "no, I really need to cut back."
I would sneak in exercise when people weren't looking.
My husband would have to hide the weights.
I'd savor every second of it.
I would do lunges when stressed.
I'd wear out tennis shoes as quickly as, well, I can eat a Reese's.