ME: So, it is down to you and it is down to me.
BODY nods and comes nearer.
It’s all there is, finally. This lumpy bag of water, meat and bone. Corruptible. Corrupting on a daily basis as I get old. I mean to pay more attention to it.
I do not mean to diet any more. I mean to do my best to eat well, moderately, in a way that makes me feel good while enjoying the food. I mean to CTFO about food. Which will be so much harder than it sounds.
I also mean to move more. My hip and shoulder hinder me. My essential laziness hinders me more. But I’m bumping up against the “lose it” part of the “move it or lose it” equation. I’m 53. Jesus.
If I can actually manage to get off the diet-pigout-diet cycle of sorrow, I’ll be doing myself good. Mentally and physically.
Paying attention will be the key. I am a master of distraction and misdirection.