August 13, 2010
I have always hated exercising with a passion and rolled my eyes at friends who tell me they *~~love~*~* it. But recently I went to a spin class (having no idea how hard it would be or I never, ever would have gone) and I’m addicted. I honestly believe that I’ve just never actually truly worked out before and thus the dopamine in my brain never reached levels that would make me like exercise, like most other normal humans.
BUT THEN, my lovely sorority sisters sabotage my efforts by leaving out a tray of giant cookies with a sign that says, “PLEASE EAT ME! :)”
I believe this to be a party foul, especially since it happens constantly, with many different types of cookies. But the cookies have never before been as big as they are tonight. Paradoxically, I ate two; one as I was jogging up the five flights of stairs to my room.
They are both currently being digested by enzymes who had gone to bed hours ago and must now rise to do their jobs.
