It's not a pretty potato. Not the kind multi-starred chefs would serve up as is, whole, lightly grilled with some olive oil and rosemary.
No. This potato is the dumpy kind. Its color is slightly off. It has sprouty bits in several places. And instead of being nice and evenly oval, it's got lumps and bumps all over. It might still be good to eat, perhaps in a mash with a nice pad of butter, but it certainly isn't a looker.
You've got it? Good.
Now imagine we take this potato, and we run it through the spin cycle.
At this point, you're getting a pretty good sense of what I feel like after my second session of my new personal-trainer-approved fitness regime.
Apparently, it's meant to give me some muscles and make me look thinner. A lofty goal, certainly, and one I could get really behind if only I could still walk. Or stand. Or tie my shoelaces.