January 29, 2020 1 min read
My health sucked.
I was working myself to death.
Then I realized my health is not a few days at the beginning of a new year thing.
It’s not an all-or-nothing thing.
It’s not an “I’m good, I’m bad” morality thing.
I started seeing my health in terms of teeny-tiny shifts on a minute-by-minute basis.
I began relating to my health in microsteps.
I now sit on an exercise ball at my vitality-draining desk.
I get up and move around at least every seven minutes.
Sitting is the new smoking.
When I get up I grab a handful of nuts instead of a handful of whatever the pharma rep brought.
My health improved when all the microsteps began adding up.
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