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I swear, if sweating counted as a hobby, Iโd be crowned a queen. But alas, here I am, treadmilling (yes itโs a word) for life, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Exercise is NOT my thing, but a girlโs got to do what a girlโs gotta do. ๐โโ๏ธ
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Iโve got this love-hate relationship with the idea of staying healthy. Sure, I want to live long enough to see aliens and robots take over the world but do I really have to sweat a lot for it? Well, yes--- My doctor said so. ๐
So, there I was, convincing myself that running on this belt is somehow a form of self-care. While typing this out to rage about it to you. Oh, the duality of man! My legs are protesting, my lungs are revolting and my mind is looking forward to that cake I have in the fridge as a reward... you know, for my hard work...๐
As I lay there huffing and puffing, contemplating whether my body will accept more bribes for its mutiny, a buddy of mine handed me the perfect one, ๐Oleia Peppermint Oil๐. โTiwalaโ she said to me and smirked while walking away. โI know friend, I know!โ I meeean we're not in a teleserye to be talking like this but I KNOW! ๐
I popped open that cap, took a whiff of it, applied to my temples, wrist, legs, absolutely everywhere and soon enough a refreshing scent danced through my senses and momentarily distracted me from my sweaty ordeal. Suddenly the air felt a tad crisper, my muscles less achy and my mood shot up 100%.
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I got up to finish my workout with a newfound peppermint-powered determination and made a mental-note of always having my bottle of ๐Oleia Peppermint Oil๐ย in hand. After all, itโs not always that a well-meaning buddy hand me the bottle while my body protests on the floor. Come grab a bottle, and tell me what you think. Show me your bottle and Iโll show you mine? โTil next time! ๐
xo L
