Since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I’ve taken my health for granted, acting as though it would always be there to buffer me from my poor decisions around eating and exercise. My body, I thank you. From the bottom of my heart. You are a miracle. Despite all of the harmful decisions I’ve made about you – from disordered eating to slothy-ness – you always work to bring me to health. You don’t give up on me. You work hard to make sure I’m functioning and healthy, even when I haven’t earned that privilege. I want to treat you better: to honour and cherish you the way you deserve to be treated. Now in my mid-thirties, I know you won’t last forever. I know that you get tired, too. I promise to do better.
Fit for Life & Love 