It’s Time We Had a Chat, Body
I need to tell you some harsh truths.
Hey, how are you doing? We haven’t talked for a long time, I know. Even though we see each other virtually every day, I didn’t have time for a 1-on-1 with you.
I can see now that I should have done that a long time ago. Our relationship deteriorated over time because we didn’t communicate properly.
I know you’re not the type to keep a long conversation going. It’s me who deals with the mind, dreams, faults, and our spiritual beliefs. You are more practical. Inducing a headache when I push you too hard, panting heavily when I challenge you physically without making sure you’re ready or storing fats that slow us down when I give you too much food.
Yes, I haven’t been a good care-taker for you. I know.
I’m willing to do better. It’s time we stayed in touch daily. You’re always signaling me your needs, and I haven’t been paying attention. I realized I must change my ways, or I’ll end up in a bad place. I know you’re suffering under that layer of fat. I understand you’re foggy because of all the free radicals in your bloodstream.
It’s terrible, I know. It’s my fault for keeping you sitting all day, every day. Whether it’s for writing or for working. Being a software engineer is mostly done with the mind and not the body. I know it’s a slow death for you.
I just found out a close friend has a rare form of cancer. It has shattered my lazy perception of our world, you see. The beer I was drinking at the moment felt toxic in my mouth. I understand now that if I don’t take care of you, many bad things could happen to us. I haven’t even produced your continuation line. I haven’t found our other half. I haven’t lead us to new heights and realized our dreams.
We have so much to do together, and time is running out. We’ll celebrate thirty-two years of companionship this coming September.
It’s time we do better, body. I’m willing to work harder to achieve that, and the first step in that journey is to communicate better with you.
If we don’t work together, our health could deteriorate further. Our freedom of movement could be impaired; our cognitive ability may be diminished; our social interaction may be faulty.
I don’t want us to fail, body. If we fail, there’s no round two. There’s no ‘continue’ button after the Game Over screen for us — no Reset button when we get stuck.
We only have one life. We need to make sure it counts. If that means I stop thinking about your current weight and swallow whatever negative feelings that emerge in me, then so be it. I’m willing to choke them down so that we can have a healthier relationship. Instead of allowing those negative thoughts to thrive and in so doing damage us further, I’m going to think about how I can remake them into the fuel we can use to succeed.
You’ve been talking to me for so long. It’s time I listened and cooperated. I hope it’s not too late for both of us.