When I stopped the lifelong quest for the perfect diet, I also stopped pursuing the exercise fix. Today I realized why.
My husband invited me for an evening walk with our dog and I happily went along. Before long, I realized this is the first walk I can remember that wasn't tied to some ultimate goal or expected outcome.
Diet mentality strikes again!
When did every movement have a calorie count attached to it? Or a perceived exertion level? Or become a means to an end?
When did movement become work instead of the joy that accompanies the pleasure of inhabiting this miraculous body?
About the same time as food became the enemy, I suspect.
Kim Halsey is a human resource professional and executive coach who helps people overcome life damaging habits, restore important relationships, and live their dreams without drama.