A Little Unfair

There may be moments in exercise, or making music, in which I experience the most profound instances of cosmic ecstasy and bliss, but then the moments before the exercise or jamming, I have the strongest resistance not to do that thing, and am filled with dread at the prospect of it, and I must force myself to embark on it.

The same with food, in which I am filled with reluctance to begin chomping down on vegetables, and then end up feeling so much better afterwards.

Just saying, it isn't altogether fair.