Just a couple of random thoughts as I listen to the feathered asshole upstairs lose his mind (it's morning chirp session)...
Allergy testing: As someone who's had one that's actually recognized by the medical field (skin swabs and injections for reactions), the results can be interesting but not necessary life altering. May or may not have discovered I'm allergic to cats (and dogs), both fur and dander. Still snuggle both cats in the house daily and just pop meds for my perpetually suffering sinuses. The end. Maybe it came up that she's allergic to dogs. Who's to know until she does her 'reveal'.
Working out: It should NOT SUCK when you first start out. That's an indication that you're trying too much, too soon. It's fine to ease yourself into new things. The common denominator as to why people stop with diets/workout plans is that they fucking suck, and that murders the desire to continue on with it, even if internally you know it'll get better. But progressive loading works wonders. Start with a walk along a path you enjoy. Repeat that the next day. And then the next. After a week, see if you can make it further. Repeat. See if you can speed up a smidge. Repeat. See if you can jog the very first portion (if you aren't insanely fat and won't be pulverizing your knees to dust in the effort). Work yourself up to running - don't just start with sprints and running, because it'll suck. What part of 'progressive loading' do these people not fucking comprehend?
Picnics and dates: PLing:
some of the best dates I've gone on are literally loading a bag of picnic goods onto the luggage rack of one of my bicycles, the S.O. putting another bag of stuff on the S.O.'s bike's luggage rack, and the both of us riding out into the woods to find a particular clearing by a local creek. A blanket to shield from the dirt, bug spray to deal with the mosquitos, and it's a perfectly wonderful date. Tell me you've never been on a date without telling me you've never been on a date, Anna. Or are you serious that you need a bench, because your fat ass can't get up off the ground? What about all those floor exercises you've been doing? (WAIT. Is THAT why exercising sucks to her? Because she has to haul her blubber back off the ground?! Why, we may have solved the mystery here! Get your fat ass into a pool, do slow walking for distance and adhere to a fucking diet, you gelatinous whale!)
Yogurt: Apparently the devil. I'm going to go have some now, because after reading her reeeeee about how it's just a vessel for tastier stuff, I am craving the Greek Yogurt in the fridge. Just a couple drops of vanilla extract, and we're good to go.