Since living without a car my exercising has decreased and my body is longing to pick it up again. Yesterday while I was on the treadmill I was going over what motivates me, why I do. It's true it used to be vanity, but that has changed drastically in the last 4-5 years. As I've grown I've learned new ways of living in my body and at times in the past it would feel as if my blood had new life as it flowed through me. Sometimes I'll skip out on a drink or limit my desert intake or skip some greasy food and people tease a little b/c they think I'm so disciplined or "body conscious" when the reality of it exists in the fact that I know if I eat whatever it as at that particular moment in time my body will not like me, it will revolt as I digest what ever it is - so instead of going through that I simply skip out.
For me there's a lot in this area that I have yet to explore cognitively.
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