Ivy, meet Ivy. She is here to help.

I don't think anybody explained to me, as a child, that your personality is something that develops, but stays the same. I thought it just kept on developing, as in new ones, all the time.

I don't have multiple personalities United-States-of-Tara style, but there are definitely days where I am different.

For today, I had Miss Manners Ivy. She went to work with a face of makeup and hair in a ponytail, she laughed with co-workers, was polite to cusomters and went to her boyfriends football game (10min late but still).

The Miss Manners Ivy version of me is not expressive, rebellious, and does not want to conquer the world (of fitness and exercise). She went to work, did her job, went to do her girlfriend duties and came home. No complaining, no half-assed effort and lots of positive attitude and had mint fresh breath. All day. There was even mascara and sheer lipgloss..

This may not seem like a ig deal to you, but on Friday, there was an explosion of Miss Health and Fitness Ivy. I drank fruit juices, ate no potato at dinner, and pounded through my Nike Training Club app workout for 27 out of 30 required minutes.

Miss Health and Fitness Ivy gave me sore and sorry legs and arms for today. This is what led to the subdued and more docile Miss Manners Ivy coming to visit.
Thats what happens when you compress 5 hours of health and vitality (saracasm) into a 45min frenzy of determination and "bikini bikini" chanting.

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