Trade-Offs.

Life is, at times, a matter of tough choices. (It's not completely a matter of choice, no matter what some would tell you, because that wouldn't account for things like disease and poverty and the fact that shit rolls downhill.) But there are certain trade-offs that we make. For example, I'm not going to stop having Yuenglings at Happy Hour, even though it makes it harder to tote my flabby ass around the neighborhood without frequent stops for weeping. Where was I going with this, I wonder. Oh yes: I'm incredibly physically fit.