You know what I discovered about myself? I’m one lazy mother******.
This Summer I’ve been struggling with my fitness goals. I haven’t been counting my macros, I’ve been drinking like a fish, and I’ve been meeting the bare minimum of my workouts. I haven’t even created a bucket list, gone camping, or read a book. When I get home, I park my a$$ on the couch, cuddle with my dog, and veg out on the TV. I’m lazy. I hate cooking, it’s pretty much the worst. I’ll let my clean laundry sit in the basket until it’s full and I’m forced to fold it. I keep the house clean generally, but I think it’s so I don’t feel like a complete lazy P.O.S.
I think I stayed on a better regimented track during school due to the common fear of “the Freshman 15lbs”. Working out was also most likely a…
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