Writing and Weight

It turns out that being a writer essentially means sitting around every day. I hate to admit it, but my diet of cookies, bacon, and chips has not been ideal for my new job. In an effort to combat the slight expanse to my waistline, I joined my wife in exercising this week in the mornings. Not only is she in better shape than I, but she looks way better than I do during a workout. Now I'm sore, hungry, and really attracted to my wife.  I've never really had to exercise before, so I assume that's how it's supposed to work, right?