Wait! I'm Lost.

Do you know I'm an overweight, lazy sod who can't be forced to exercise? Are you aware that I view perpetually chucking salty, oily food into my mouth as a religious exercise? Do you have high-tech monitoring equipment lodged into each burger I take in, each bag of chips that inevitably meets its maker the moment it touches my hands? Or has heaven seen fit to send me a lifeline? Yet again, the task involves the mention of weight loss pills.