I may have fat legs, but they exist.
I may complain when I have to drag myself out of bed,
but I can do so without help or instruments.
I may have no time in the day for myself,
but I have time to complain.
I may not like to walk,
but others only dream of the chance.
I have absolutely no excuse not to put my body in order,
when so many are never afforded the opportunity to do so,
and yet thrive where I would give up.
Any excuse, grouse, complaint, cry, or bitching I have about my station
is now invalid.