Half-naked mirror dancing!
By this I mean wiggling out of your work clothes on a hot afternoon to get into something more comfortable while music is playing in the background. A song comes on that you like and you find yourself moving to the beat in your undies. Then, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, gyrating all around. And. It ain’t pretty.
You promptly step into sweats and a t-shirt and go walking/running/something/anything to get moving/get sweating/get the weight off.
Today, I chose rollerblading. Hmph…. those teenage punks ain’t got nothin’ on me.