Sedentary

I am quite sedentary. It frustrates me beyond belief.

I think my lack of movement can be narrowed down to one root cause;

Me.

I’ve been raised in a household where sport didn’t matter as much. Academia was the focal point and physical activity was shrugged aside, as is the case in most Asian households. Regardless, my parents aren’t to blame for my chronic laziness. I am.

It’s easier to scroll through an infinite array of nothingness or watch a video of someone mocking another rather than doing a downward dog or annotating a riveting read. It’s easier to feel my bones crumble into dust and my muscles dissolve into a permanent ache rather than just. Get. Up.

Over years of denying that I have a problem, I have come up with many rather creative excuses! Some may include “We live in an era where it is unsafe to go outside.” or, “The body comes and goes, it is the spirit and mind that matters.” or even, “We live in a simulation, nothing matters!”

But in whatever way I try to twist it, the truth is that I have been so utterly neglectful of myself. Instead of using my time mindfully, I’ve been wasting it away in trivial matters in the centre of my comfort zone. My body is a sacred vessel to this physical realm and it deserves to be treated as such.

So, to my beautiful body, bursting at the seams with youth and potential.

I am so sorry I have treated you with such ignorance and neglect. You deserve so much better, and I will deliver as such. My gratitude for you cannot be expressed with feeble words but with true action. I love you.

Dear reader, how are you treating your physical body? For the magical temple that it is, or the disposable waste it is not?