If I see one more post about how far you have to run to burn off Christmas lunch . . .
Or how I should eat BEFORE I go to parties so I don’t eat while I’m there or how maybe I should just eat less food the next day if I’m overindulged the night before, my head might explode. Running is not a punishment for the Christmas lunch you have, or for the date night you enjoyed or for the drinks you had out with your friends.
But this leads me to a bigger discussion about how easy it is to fall into the trap of seeing your body as an obstacle, as an entity you fight against or worse something that has betrayed you a million times and failed you more than you can count. That kind of thinking can get under your skin and sink into your bones if you let it. And eventually it will almost impersonate belonging there. But it does not.
