Truth: I can eat to the point of discomfort.
Once, when my family ate fondue, I ate so much that I laid down on the couch, couldn't move, and moaned in agony for two hours.
Once, when my family ate fondue, I ate so much that I laid down on the couch, couldn't move, and moaned in agony for two hours.
Truth: I can exercise up until I feel the slightest discomfort.
As soon as I feel slightly ache-y, it ends.
Which means as soon as two minutes of mildly rigorous exercise has begun, I call it quits.
So, in review - I can eat until I absolutely hurt, but I can only exercise if nothing hurts, nothing is sweaty, and I'm not exerting too much effort.
That's messed up.
-bRob
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