I hate running.
I loathe exercise. And I hate gyms. I've never had a personal trainer.
I don't really like knees.
I hate exercise.
You're never going to see me drinking some protein shake and doing 20 squat thrusts. I will never follow suit.
There was something in my brain when it came to exercising - my stomach would churn, my heart would go and beat funny. I'd be like: 'I just don't want to do this.'
I hate being in the gym.
The idea that you would not only exercise but that you would enjoy it is very difficult for me to understand. I just hate it.
I don't know how anyone can work on people's mouths all day long. That disgusts me. I'd rather work on the other end than work on mouths.
I can't look at people's wrists. Something about the veins makes me weak. My siblings used to torture me with that because they knew it was the thing I couldn't handle. They would stick their wrists in my face.
I can't stand to work out. I can't stand to do a sit up; you know, I can't stand to run.
I hate to run. I never, ever run.
