Saturday, February 11, 2012
A couple days ago, a friend accused me of being a slave to my body. He says my life is spent in a gym and that I constantly workout.
He said it as if I don’t enjoy every bite of food I put in my mouth. He said it as if my hand isn’t constantly in a bag of chips. He knows I have a weakness for chocolate that I willingly cave to, a lot. He said it as if I don’t enjoy how it feels to be vibrant and strong and as if I don’t like that I look younger than my peers. I am always at the gym because I work at a gym but I don’t believe it takes hours in the gym to develop the body you want so my workouts are tough and quick.
I think I understand his statement though. Most people still believe that being healthy must be hard. I don’t know what else to say other than it’s not! Most of my meals take no more than 15 minutes start to finish and I eat real food. Nothing prepared, packaged or substituted. It’s not expensive or boring because I refuse to throw food away so I get creative with the leftovers. That way I don’t feel like I’m eating the same thing which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Most people still believe cooking healthy must require all kinds of equipment and special toys. Unless you’re trying to stuff your own sausage or press your own almond butter, a basic set of cookware will get you everything you need.
My workouts are quick, my meals are simple, and I don’t think I’ll ever give up chips or chocolate. My life is healthy, my body is strong and this actually feels quite like freedom.