
Thinking the other night, I had an epiphany: If I just eat right and exercise, I’ll have a pretty great body.
Apparently, there are many fields devoted to my insight. I wish it were more complicated. I wish I could say, “Well, you know, in order to be healthy, I have to plant a tree, and then I have to feed it, and water it, and wait for it to bloom, and then I have to pick the fruit, and then I have to wash it, and cut it, and steam it, and then, THEN! I can eat it.” However, my world is such that all I pretty much have to do is go to the corner and buy a fruit, rinse it off and bite into it to get the nutritional values I need. I can also put on a pair of sneakers and walk outside to be healthier than I am.
But I tend to complicate things that make the idea of exercise so painful and cumbersome.
“I NEED the state of the art sneakers!”
“I NEED the yoga mat, and the music, and the video.”
“I NEED to purchase a gym membership for 19 bazillion dollars because, you know, it rains outside.”
I never think of gardening. Or painting my house. Or scrubbing my floors. I never think of walking to the store instead of driving.
I never think of eating carrots instead of chips—just as crunchy, but with nutrients instead of air.
I never think of using my own weight as a form of resistance.
I am thinking these things now that I’ve had my epiphany, and the strange thing is, I never finish a task that involves exercise and think to myself, “Man! What a waste of time that was!” Instead, I always feel refreshed and good. Whole.
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