Bad Minton

I played badminton last night. I have not been playing for a long time. So you might guess that I played worse than usual.
Well, you guessed wrong. Saying that now I played worse means that I once played a better game in the first place. But since I always play in the worst form known to ever exist, there is simply no way for me to go worse.
But I kept playing anyway, since I don't know any other way to reduce my tummy size. Sure everybody says take a diet, but the only diet that works for me is the eat-less diet, which I cannot do since, well, I love eating. So I exercise more (the word “more” should be interpreted very loosely)

So I kept playing badminton, which for me was divided into three parts, get ready on the courts, pretending to hit the shuttlecock, and waiting for the next game. Unfortunately those three parts basically consist of the same thing, standing around doing nothing.
But luckily I played double, so once a while my partner hectically ran to get the ball and we sometimes won, after which I continue standing outside the courts and do nothing.

Eat less now sounds better.