I got a physical this week. They took my blood and measurements and all kinds of things and broke me down to all these numbers.
I guess all those numbers added up to good, because the report back was, “Lisa, you are a machine.”
While I love gloating about my ideal, machine-like precision and delight in flaunting my awesome HDL number in my husband’s face – I eventually remember that it is not about that.
So what is it about?
It’s why I go to yoga even when I don’t feel like going to yoga.
It’s why I no longer keep a pint of Ben And Jerry’s on hand at all times.
It’s is why I sit down to meditate even when my mind screams that NOTHING is happening and this is pointless and stupid.
The numbers are good and I am grateful for that, but what I am more grateful for is what those numbers translate into for my life.
It means more time with my family and friends.
It means more time doing activities I love.
It means a more healthy life, and health and happiness go hand-in-hand.
And that is worth giving up my daily New York Super Fudge Chunk habit.
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