SIL has been pounding away on the resident treadmill like a hamster. She says she wants to lose more weight but she already looks like a skeleton 
Ok no, she looks healthy and fit unlike me = fat blob. I probably should take the easy way out and take ephedrine but she won’t let me.
Tonight she is making me pound the treadmill and she has undertaken to be my personal fitness coach! Help! Maybe I should stay at work longer bwhaaaaa