WorkOut. Why?

After completing a totally dreaded workout yesterday, I showered and thought to myself "why do people call it 'workout'?" (yes, these are the weird and unexciting things I think of in the shower). What exactly are you working out? Is it the restructuring of fat that has easily groped around your body enveloping you in an simple and loving envelope of pleasantly plump lard? Or is it the work required to actually work yourself up to exercising and get through a complete routine without saying "F this, I'm going to watch TV with my BFFs Ben & Jerry"? Work. Out. Sounds more like a conscious decision to be unemployed to me...heh.

For the record, here are some good reasons to workout. blah blah. I personally get more excited about the Ben & Jerry reunion than busting a sweat doing arm curls and jumping jacks (but alas I do them all the same because Ben & Jerry aren't always so good to me these days; they always seems to linger around the midsection...eh)