A disciplined man gets up and takes his dog for a run. He makes sure to let her go potty first to avoid the inevitable mid-run poop.
Such efforts are in vain. After his run he kisses his wife and daughter goodbye and pops into the shower. Sadly his run was not
long enought to replenish the hot water tank or put much of a dent in his increasing girth. 226.4 lbs. He pours himself a bowl of
Cheerios with organic whole milk and picks up the Wall Street Journal to read. Apparently there was a highly questionable call in
the previous night's game. He'd tried watching the Superbowl the night before, but he found it dreadfully boring. Lawyerly game,
football. Then the disciplined man made himself a sandwich for lunch, a sandwich just thick enough to avoid succombing to the
craving of McDonald's when the delectable smell of french fries inevitably wafts over his cubible around midday. Then it was off
to work in his arguably ancient but incredibly thrifty little car.
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