If my husband suggest I do cardio one more time I am going to riot.
We were watching a “shark week” show and this guy was in a cage in the water surrounded by sharks and his HR spiked up to the 130’s. I made a light joke that my HR went higher than that just bending over and standing back up to pick up some trash on the playground today at work.
He said, yet fucking again. “You should try cardio. It helps. It helped me.”
It’s like he doesn’t believe I have POTS or refuses to understand it or something. I’m so fucking sick of hearing him say that on repeat.