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Leading a healthy, balanced life is difficult for me. I never really feel compelled to exercise. I have always eaten whatever I want, whenever I want it. Lately, since about 4 people have told me I look like I'm losing weight, I've really been pushing my limits as far as what my body will let me consume. On my 4th or so bowl of ice cream of the day, when I feel a twinge of guilt for inflicting this type of torture on myself, I'll reply to this inner voice with, Hey, I need to gain weight. I'm doing this for your own good. And for a moment, my conscience is assuaged. Never mind the fact that I feel physically weighted down every day. I just blame this on my iron deficiency, which should really be all the more reason to carefully select an iron-rich diet. Instead, I have been eating my weight in heavy whipping cream daily.

my mom: (as she sees me eating pumpkin pie) I thought you didn't like pumpkin pie.
me: Well, I needed something to eat with my whipped cream.

Mmm. Lots of dairy - that's my current diet. Except the other morning, when we were all out of milk, so I had none to put on my Golden Grahams. We had plenty of heavy whipping cream, though. (Sick! I know, but the Grahams just needed to be moistened.)

Today, I watched some friends of mine do some Tae Bo, those dedicated girls. I figured I should join in, so whenever the mood struck me, I got up off the couch and did a few kicks. And afterwards, my body started to say, Hey, this feels good. We should do this more often. It makes me want to do other thigns too. I am capable! I am not the piece of crap you seem to think I am. It's like it reminded me that endorphins are actual real things. There is a reason people exercise. Our bodies actually like it. And my body likes healthy food.

In conclusion: why am I so lazy?