That’s what it’s called. For those of you not familiar with it, it’s an at-home DVD workout program that makes you want to kill yourself at the end of each day just to escape the pain.
Just look how fun it is!
My brother Eric had this awesome idea while he was back home visiting from England a few weeks ago. “Hey, after I get back to England, let’s do Insanity together. We can have a contest!” he said.
The guy who thought THIS is how he’d look while he did it thought it was a great idea.
So did the ever-fattening guy who hasn’t been fitting inside of his clothes too well lately. He thought it was a great idea, too.
The guy who had so much fun over the summer, and ate like tomorrow wasn’t coming, he also thought it was a great idea.
The guy who then went through some crazy eating ups and downs in the turbulent emotional wake of the relationship-status train, he also thought it was a great idea.
The guy who had a wardrobe far too big for any man, and had suddenly been looking at such a small section of it to actually choose from, he definitely thought it was a good idea.
The guy who recently had custom suits fitted to his exact body and then had to squeeeeeeeze into them. He thought it was a good idea.
The guy who was sweating to freaking death the last time he went dancing with his friends thought it was a good idea.
The guy who polished off an entire bag of Twizzlers (and I’m talking the giant bag) in one sitting just days before… he thought it was a good idea.
The guy who should have bought stock in the new Hostess company because of the major revenue he was personally going to pump into the company, yeah he thought it was a good idea.
The guy whose boobs have gotten one cup size bigger thought it was a good idea.
So did the guy who was suddenly unable to get to the top of the stairs without breathing hard.
And the guy who was suddenly unable to make it through the night without his arms falling asleep, pinched off by the fat in his armpits.
And the guy who had paid for his gym four months in a row and had never gone once.
And the guy who was suddenly browsing online for man-Spanx.
And the guy who had actually forgotten what fresh produce tasted like.
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