My dog is pretty darn healthy. It’s easy to understand why. The only things she eats are the exact portions of healthy food I give that she’s supposed to get. Then I walk her at least a few times a day. She doesn’t have any choice about these things, and she’s better for it.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t have these choices either. I wish I got fed exact potions of healthy food and was forced to exercise a lot. I’d be better for it. But I do have the choice. While it’s easy to think that’s what makes life as a human great, my bad choices have some dire consequences. They make me unhealthy, less happy than I could be, and will kill me sooner than I’d die otherwise.
Woah that’s pretty dark! Not trying to pout over here, I just think it’s kind of interesting.