"I neglect my body" is fancy for "Is THAT my ass?"
I want to pay better attention to my physical needs. First step? Admitting I have physical needs.
"Physical needs" -- one of those concepts I don't quite get.
I eat when I'm hungry or stressed, I drink booze when I want, I sleep as much as I can, and I exercise when there's nothing better to do. However, I'm always hungry, am addicted to worry, am quite fond of vodka, like to stay up late, and loathe even the thought of exercise. Plus, I love lots of things in addition to vodka -- reading, writing, eating and cooking. I also like to wonder if Funyuns and Munchos are cousins.
Hence, the ass.
At least I know how it got behind me.
A few weeks ago, after many futile years, I began making my home a more welcoming place by reconceptualizing it as a bed and breakfast catering to persnickety guests. This re-imagining has worked wonders. Apparently, I think imaginary beings deserve to be cozier than I do.
Will the same concept work in my not-quite-a-quest to eat better and exercise more? Should I play personal trainer to an imaginary client heading to the Caribbean? Pretend I am a nutritionist for a squirrel dreading her twentieth high school reunion? I would practice what I preached to those two.
And as my guests appreciate my hospitality, so may my squirrel admire her shapely derriere.
