My health sucked.

I was working myself to death.

Burned out.

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.

Every day.

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.