Have you ever noticed how people act like they’re personal trainers just because they’ve hit the gym a few times? I mean, I get it, you found the push-up button on your fitness app, but now you’re lecturing me on my protein intake like you just graduated from the University of Gains. Newsflash: I’m not here for your unsolicited advice, I’m just trying to figure out how to lift my grocery bags with...
So, I finally decided to try my hand at cooking during one of those "I'm an adult now" phases. I was feeling all MasterChef until I realized I had no idea how to chop an onion without crying like my ex just walked back into the room. Fast forward to a smoke alarm going off because I thought “charred” would give my chicken a gourmet twist. Spoiler alert: It didn’t. My roommate still hasn’t forgiven...
Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like every time I try to be "healthy" and go for a run, my body immediately decides to remind me what a terrible idea that was? Like, walking to the fridge feels like a marathon, but suddenly I’m out here pretending I’m training for the Olympics. And don’t get me started on the whole “runner’s high” thing—more like runner’s lie. Can we agree that the only thing I’m high on is my Netflix binge after the failed attempt?
Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like every time I try to be "healthy" and go for a run, my body immediately decides to remind me what a terrible idea that was? Like, walking to the fridge feels like a marathon, but suddenly I’m out here pretending I’m training for the Olympics. And don’t get me started on the whole “runner’s high” thing—more like runner’s lie. Can we agree that the only thing I’m high on is my Netflix binge after the failed attempt?
I’ve been thinking a lot about how every time I make a big life decision, I consult my friends like they’re my personal board of advisors. Yet, when I’m stuck in the grocery store debating between two brands of olive oil, suddenly I’m a solo entrepreneur making decisions like I’m running a Fortune 500. Like, how did I turn such a mundane task into the Olympics of indecision? I swear, if I spent ha...