The Argument With Myself Over Cooking After a Whole Day of Work

This is the kind of conversation I have with myself whenever I have to muster up the strength to cook dinner or lunch.

Me: It's a good thing! You're doing something healthy and great for the family! Let's do it.

Me: But I'd rather watch handsome guys on Netflix. I'm so tired right now. I just spent the whole day working my ass off. I deserve a break!

Me: Yes, that's true. But it's also true that you've been sitting on your ass all day. It's time to stand up and do something else. You can listen to a podcast.

Me: But I can't see anyone cute on a podcast. And it's going to take one hour and I'll be all sweaty and smell like food after that. I am going to need to shower after that. So bothersome.

Me: You mean showering is bothersome?

Me: No, I mean, the cooking, the heat, the cutting, cleaning, and figuring out what to cook and stock up next....ugh....

Me: So, you mean after sitting at the table working your ass off without moving your ass is better?

Me: Yes.

Me: And you're going to get fat from not moving an inch of your body the whole day, except for your fingers, and do that some more by lying in bed?

Me: ?????

The argument with myself is always about my burgeoning ass.

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