I’d like to think that I take care of myself. I exercise enough. I eat right enough. I sleep just enough. I have enough shape to be considered a shape. So why is it that even though I do just enough, I still feel like I don’t do this stuff enough or right enough? My genetics are my genetics and even though I think I can fool them, I can only fool them for so long. So, does one fight? Or does one accept the inevitable and make due with the moment?
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And be sure to check out the latest Bob the Squirrel and Squirrelosophy collections: at one point, the kid had A LOT of potential and that’s one way of doing it… along with all the other Bob the Squirrel books… if you haven’t already.
