Because of pandemics and 6 months of honeymoon love, I found myself in the position of spending the last year sitting down whilst eating a tonne of crisps. And as well as the delightful salty snacks, and sofa cuddles, I also gained a different body shape. And I loved every second of it.
That is, I enjoyed it up until I decided I wanted to move again. And man, it’s hard when you haven’t done it for a while.
As I said, I have no regrets. But I still wanted to blame my body for not being able to do what it used to be able to. And so, I told my wise as fuck girlfriend how I felt.
“You are working from a memory of your body taken at a time where you felt strong and active, and not from where you actually are.”
Damn, girl! You’re smart. My body is not bad because it can no longer do a pullup. It’s just back to being a beginner. And that’s cool. I can work with that.