Dear Body:
It's me again. Listen, we're getting back into the Working Out Thing, and I thank you for letting me actually feel good enough to exercise again.
So here's the thing: we haven't gotten along well lately, and I realize that a lot of that is my fault. I put you through the ringer all the time, give you shit when you don't do what I want, and frankly, I've been a bad friend. So I call a truce. From now on, I will do my absolute best to:
Not weigh myself, ever ever ever. I want you to be healthy, not conform to some abstract number I've invented as my "goal."
Not try to hold you to one particular form of exercise. The best workout is the one you'll do, and I don't care what it is, as long as I'm doing *something* every day.
Enjoy every single minute of the chocolate croissant I treated you to this afternoon and not give myself one minute of grief about it.
In return, all I ask is that you keep working and doing all the great things that you do for me every day.
Your friend,
Dani.
So here's the thing: we haven't gotten along well lately, and I realize that a lot of that is my fault. I put you through the ringer all the time, give you shit when you don't do what I want, and frankly, I've been a bad friend. So I call a truce. From now on, I will do my absolute best to:
Not weigh myself, ever ever ever. I want you to be healthy, not conform to some abstract number I've invented as my "goal."
Not try to hold you to one particular form of exercise. The best workout is the one you'll do, and I don't care what it is, as long as I'm doing *something* every day.
Enjoy every single minute of the chocolate croissant I treated you to this afternoon and not give myself one minute of grief about it.
In return, all I ask is that you keep working and doing all the great things that you do for me every day.
Your friend,
Dani.