Back in 2018, I was woefully unfit. I hadn’t exercised in years and I was not paying my diet any better attention. I, like anyone else who is or has been in those shoes, was well aware — intellectually — about what it might take to make those things less true. But that knowledge felt insurmountable. There was no joy in doing those things: running on the treadmill when I hated it, eating a depressing salad that felt more like self-punishment and restriction than self-actualization and reward.
This really got me thinking. Great writing and a compelling concept — what is "balance" anyway?