Disagreeing with Dignity and Respect

Scrolling through Facebook should count as exercise.

No really …

My heart rate goes up, my breathing gets faster, sometimes I even sweat.

I know I shouldn’t click on the comment section, but I have some self-hating desire to click. It beckons me like my dog to the spot under the highchair when the baby is eating. Funny how this dog can’t hear me frantically screaming her name when I think she’s escaped but she’s really hiding on the bed- but she can hear that tray click into place from 2.26 miles away. (We’ve…