The Lies I Tell My Mom About Workouts

I often find myself in a strange situation where I lie to my mom about how much time I spend working out. She’s so supportive and genuinely cares, but she also gets worried if she thinks I’m not taking care of myself properly. So when I have those lazy Sunday mornings where all I do is lounge around with a book, I tell her I’ve been running miles or lifting weights at the gym instead. The funny thing is, whenever I do manage to drag my butt out for an actual workout, I feel guilty for lying and end up wanting to confess, but then worry about how much worse she’ll make me feel if she thinks I’m not making enough effort with my health. It’s this weird cycle of guilt and comfort, and the truth is that deep down, I know I should just be honest. But hey, who doesn’t love a little white lie once in a while?