
Okay, fine...sometimes I REALLY wish that I was one of those people who could eat whatever they want, do as little exercise as they want, and still be teeny weeny. Like my skinny B of a sister. Exhibit A: (it's funny because her name starts with the letter "A"...I'm lame...)

Like, that's what she looks like while VERY pregnant and eating like a linebacker. Not fair!
(I'm actually very close with my sister...and as she likes to point out, she may have a faster metabolism, but I have lungs that actually work. I digress...)
But...other times, I am glad that I have to "work at it". If I didn't, I'd probably ONLY eat junk food, and we all know THAT would eventually catch up with me. I'd have never bothered to work at running, something I've fallen in love with. I would never have bothered lifting weights, which I am starting to enjoy. And if I never had to work out, I would never have realized how much it benefits my MENTAL health too. More importantly, I also probably wouldn't be a blogger, and then where would all 94 of you be? :P
So I guess...in a way...I'm grateful that I have to work at it. I may sometimes do it only for superficial reasons, but knowing that I'm improving my health and my strength, and doing things that I never thought I'd be able to do? That's a great feeling!
Just don't tell anyone...
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