Don’t suck the joy out of eating marvelous dessert. Eat the damn doughnut.
The best recovery is to lie on the couch all day and groan in a tough way. If you’re at work, then wheel yourself around in your office chair and rub your thighs with a grimace, so people know you’ve worked hard. And don’t forget to talk about it over lunch.
Rubbing it in is half the fun, anyway.
It’s a bond of understanding. A bond of mutual recognition. Two people who resisted the siren call of the Comfy Chair and Netflix. Two people wheezing their way through the streets. Both enduring the uncomfortable jiggle of excess.
While some acknowledge it with a ‘Hi’, some with a nod, there are others who make no sign at all. This is probably because they’re so close to death that any interruption will make them stop running. NEVERTHELESS. The unspoken bond remains.
