Honestly, this comic is hitting me right in the feels. Like, I’m sitting here with my game controller basically attached to my hand, and my own life coach (a.k.a my cat) is judging me across the room. Those little blue eyes are giving me guilt trips from the couch. But real talk, the whole “exercise” thing is hilarious because sometimes pressing those buttons really feels like a marathon (don’t even get me started on boss fights). I mean, running from responsibilities? Professional level unlocked. But deep down (and not to get too sappy), I know there’s balance in there somewhere. Like, between a couch potato and a treadmill enthusiast. Anyway, tonight my cardio is the frantic dash to the kitchen for snacks. Disregard responsibility—embrace joy! Wow, definitely oversharing. Time to game on.
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