You know, if I went and exercised every time I had some kind of whacko downspiral of depression/anxiety/intrusive thoughts, like I'm supposed to be doing (at least when I'm at home)... I would be so fucking ripped, swear to god.
I should, uh. Try to do this. More often. At least a little.
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