But really, you knew when I said "ish"that my heart wasn't in it, right? I have always been jealous of those who (1) can't eat when they're stressed, or (2) find working out relieves stress. I am not that person. Working out is good for me. I know this. And I even like how I feel when I work out regularly. But you know, I don't particularly enjoy it and working out is...work. It takes time and lots of effort. And I know intellectually it's worth it, but often it's hard to convince myself of that in the moment.
Anyway, this is my confession: I have eaten about 21323 pints of ice cream (wedding gift ice cream maker = love) and worked out once in the last two weeks. Sigh.
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