My Body’s Slave

It pains me every time I re-realize how much of a slave I can be to my body. This weekend has pretty much been perfect–seeing much of my family (especially the ones that I really wanted to catch up with and rarely get the chance to), lots of great food, quality time with mom and dad, lots of great food ;-), and a really happy wedding. But I was kind of low for much of it. At first I attributed it to one of the usual causes: too much to do back in DC, the joys of being single, financial concerns…but when it persisted I figured out that I had some sort of bug in my system.

Looking back over the years I can pinpoint most of my absolute worst experiences being somewhat related to my physical condition at the time–whether it be due to not eating enough or just being under the weather. It astonishes me how different I can be when I’m just not in the best of health. I guess it’s helpful that I have a very good handle on my tolerance, or that I’m a happy drinker ;-)…

But this whole experience of down when I should’ve been up is getting me thinking how I can have additional control over things–by exercising, eating healthy, and not always attributing feelings to the first factor that meets the eye. In the next couple of weeks I’m going to work on that, and try to go running every morning. I mean, I’m sure whatever cold I have will be gone, but there’s got to be a way to profit from this experience. I’m curious if you have similar experiences?