For me to spend ONE MINUTE obsessing about something as trivial as my weight is not just ridiculous, it's a bit obscene. In the way that having a bowling alley in a private home is a bit obscene. I was suddenly shocked at myself. That I would spend even one minute of this glorious life beating myself up seemed, at the very, very least, pitifully ungrateful.
I do want to keep exercise in my day and be the healthiest, highest functioning version of myself that I can be. But when I have an extra hour or two at the end of the day, I don't want to spend it making sure my body looks perfect. I want to do something that will add value to me as person on a deeper level, beneath the surface of rock-hard abs.