Working Out Is A Pain In The Ass

Somewhere toward the beginning of the pandemic, let’s say March or Aprilish, I realized that I (like so many others) had started putting on the pounds. Perhaps it was depression, or boredom, anxiety, maybe ordering in so many times because I couldn’t just go to the store whenever I wanted to pick-up what we wanted for dinner. Who knows. All I know is that once I realized it was piling on, I knew it needed to come back off. So I started dieting, and working out. And while the dieting isn’t so so bad (25 pounds down, thankyousomuch), I’m here to tell you, working out is a pain in the…