Well, it is nearly Spring. Time to put aside those old ungoverned, comfort-Peanut eating habits, and don a fresh new outlook. In short, it is time to get fit. After all, summer is just around the corner, and one simply must be prepared for the extra physical effort that will be required in finding the best and most delectable patches of grass. So, as fate would have it, Mr. Peanut has charged himself with the responsibility of getting everyone in shape. He is, in fact, our new Personal Trainer.
Here you see him counseling Ella on the proper use of the GoGo-Goat Treadmill © After all, aerobic exercise is important. It is also quite evident that Ella is feeling the burn.
Naturally we are all enthusiastic about this idea . Well, almost all. You might recall that the U.S.S. Boo has had a bit more invested in licentious eating habits than the rest of us. However, even Boo has lost some of her girth. I know. Unbelievable. Yet I, myself, have seen Boo going around and around and around, with Peanut right behind urging her onward.
In fact, you can see from the photo above, that all of us have taken to cheering Boo on to success. After all, it has been shown that support is absolutely vital to achieving weight-loss. Witness any Weight Watchers program.
The only real problem we seem to be having is that this whole idea has gone somewhat to the head of the resident Personal Trainer. He has begun bleating with an Arnold- SchwarzeNigerian accent and demanding payment in animal cookies and Peanuts. Not to mention shouting ridiculous 'fitness' phrases at us like, 'Work those abs!', 'Know your THR (Target Heart Rate).', 'Let's improve the agility in those glutes!' or 'Aerobics are the only way to strengthen that heart!' Oy. You know, I believe it was Rita Rudner who said, "The word aerobics came about when the gym instructors got together and said, "If we're going to charge $10 an hour, we can't call it jumping up and down." I believe I see her point.