This has been a hell of a past few months for me. Thus far, science has vindicated me in that my slovenly lifestyle means I’m a genius, my wine consumption will let me live forever, and now my favorite so far: I am allergic to exercise.
I always suspected it, to be honest. Once I rise from the couch, my heart rate soars, I feel the blood rushing to my head, and I crave a chocolate bar. Classic signs of exercise allergies (it’s true, I swear). Apparently, exercise-related allergies are worsened when combined with some foods. For me, eating a Kit Kat on the treadmill has tragic consequences. And not in the way you’d suspect. So of course, to protect myself, I gave up the treadmill.
I can just see my next doctor’s appointment. I imagine it will go something like this:
Doctor: So, you’ve gained 55 pounds in the last two months since you’ve been here.
Me: I’ve had to abstain from all exercise. I’m allergic.
Doctor: I’m sorry, what?
Me: I read it on the internet, so it must be true. Just to be safe, I’ve installed lift chairs on my stairs.
Doctor: Well, I think that you…
Me: And I call a taxi to drive me to the mailbox daily.
Doctor: Let me guess; you call a taxi to take the trash out?
Me: Don’t be ridiculous.
Doctor: Well, that’s good because I…
Me: I use Lyft for that.
Doctor: I see you are wearing a Medic Alert necklace.
Me: Sometimes I need to get off the couch suddenly. I like to be prepared.
Doctor: What are you eating?
Me: Oh, I eat a variety of foods.
Doctor: Well, that’s good.
Me: Pizza on Mondays, lo mein and fried rice on Tuesdays, eggplant parm on Wednesdays, pasta Alfredo on Thursdays…
Doctor (interrupting): That sounds like it’s all delivery food…
Me: Hey, Doc, I’m not taking any chances.
Ok, so this sounds like a real cop out, I admit, but now that people are coming forward with their exercise allergies, I am ready to come forward with some of my own personal allergies. (Yes, I know being allergic to exercise is a real thing, and my heart goes out to anyone who suffers from such a condition, but that’s not going to stop me from using this scientific finding to my advantage. I mean, come on.)
- Laundry: I am filled with an intense feeling of dread whenever I see a pile of laundry. I have trouble catching my breath, and my eyes water. This could be because of my kid’s gym socks, but I’m playing it safe.
- Dishes: I cringe when I see a sink full of dirty dishes. I find that after doing dishes for an extended period of time, my hands develop a strange, prune-y type skin reaction. To avoid this, I choose to use paper plates (biodegradable!). It is a sacrifice I must make for my own good.
- Driving: Strange feelings of rage envelop me when I am driving around idiots. I feel almost blinded by anger, and my mouth makes very odd noises that my friends call “cursing.” It is very stressful and frightening.
- Mirrors and Scales: This is a strange allergy where I cannot recognize the old lady in the mirror and I don’t trust scales. I live with the mirror allergy, but I avoid the scale allergy at all costs.
- Healthy Eating: Tofu makes my stomach heave oddly, as does soy milk. I find the only cure for this allergy is an immediate stop at a Dairy Queen for a chocolate-dipped ice-cream cone.
- Wearing a Bra: Somehow, I get through this one daily with no lasting ill effects. I have mastered the art of removing the offending garment without taking off my shirt as soon as I walk in the door, just before any lasting harm can be done.
- Newscasts: I get sick to my stomach whenever I see any newscasts any more. I’m afraid this is one allergy that will only get worse, and one that I share with a lot of people. For at least the foreseeable future, there is no known cure.
Vindication is a sweet, sweet word. I have been proven correct on so many of my theories that I feel unstoppable. What’s next? Proof that lettuce and rice cakes cause weight gain? Just wait for it, loyal friends, I haven’t been wrong yet.
I think I am allergic to paint so I avoid decorating! Good post, I enjoyed reading it!
Yes! That’s another good one! I’m adding it to the list.
hmm. sounds like you need a house boy to handle those day-to-day things that would probably kill you.
Too bad you live so far away, I’d hire you in a heartbeat!
This is hilarious 😂
Thank you! 😀
😂😂😂 This is awesome! So much fun to read! 😂😂😂
Way to go, Pandora! Look at the can of worms you’ve opened up here! Next thing you know we’ll have people claiming to be allergic to sitting in those tiny little seats at the back of the plane and bringing along their therapy giraffes when they demand a seat in first class!