When the going gets tough... the fats quits going to yoga (Or rather they quit in the middle of a class.)  Fat couple this morning attended 10 am hot sculpt class.  He was less fat than her but he quit first.  The fat boy got too hot so he took his shirt off, revealing his A cup man tits, love handles, and gut flab.  He was a stinking sweaty mess by this point.  After wheezing and being a weakling and dropping his hand weights (while women around him had no problem using heavier weights) he sunk to his knees.   His shemoo friend in the George Mason shirt has an estimated 31-32 BMI. She continued on through weighted jumping jacks and squat jumps with her 3 lb weights (I'm sure much to the humiliation of her beau) though he was presently occupied mouth breathing to catch his breath and ogling actual human women. She then put the weights down and after pausing to catch her own breath she did half-ass jumping jacks and squats.  Then she just quit and went down to the mat.  They looked at each other and smiled and said something I could not hear because of the music but it was clear they were not prepared for an actual workout where you can't take long breaks and look at fakebook. So they left.  Walked out.  The instructor said angrily "where are you two going?"  No reply, just a smile on his fat face from the male ham and flip hand wave and they were out.  Stupid fats.  Go eat ice cream or some other shit that you will wear on your fat ass this summer.