One good thing about my job is that working my butt off is really working my butt off.
Doing my job now entails running from one end of the store to the other when anyone calls for my help ('cause I got the keys). I could be loading a cart full of boxes in the basement when I get a call to be at the front cash to get something, or do something, for the customer or the cashier. When I have done that I then jog back to the cart, load more boxes bring them up to the floor, and unload 'em onto the shelves. This job has helped me go down from a size 14 to a size 8. I just received my new uniform pants that fit and I don't have to hold them up with a belt.
See no gym is needed when you get your workout while you work.
I try hard to find the positive side.
Here is a joke for you from the email department:
Three statisticians went hunting and soon spotted a rabbit. The first statistician aimed, fired, but overshot it. The second statistician aimed, fired, but undershot it. The third statistician shouted, "We got him!"