I am literally carrying baggages of fat that I don’t need to carry. This isnt about feeling or looking beautiful- I know I’m beautiful- I’m God’s finest art. Because I am beautiful, I should take care of myself instead of just spending half my time sitting on my butt staring at the laptop and eating tons and tons of food without balancing it with exercise. It also feels good to be fit- to know that you’re taking good care of your body. I want to move. I want to run. I want to rock-climb. I want to bike. I want to hike. I want to be out there. I want to be able to do cartwheels and crabs without getting cramps asap and falling down exhausted after 5 seconds of running.
It’s not just exercising too- it also has to do with sleeping. I actually need to rest while sleeping not thinkthinthink and drift off while doing so because I end up waking up tired. I need to procrastinate less too or not procrasinate at all(!!!) but start taking care of myself again. I’m not doing myself any favors by being lazy and tardy and just blehhh. It feels digusting.
The track in the park close to my house is waiting for me, I guess.