Captain Obvious would like a word here. Love isn’t always nice. (I’m not talking about abusive relationships here. That’s well out of the scope of my practice. If you feel like you’re in one, PLEASE get some help because nobody deserves that.) We always see the cozy bits of love in popular culture, the snuggles and the chocolate and the laughter. But sometimes love has to do hard stuff, like getting a toddler to bed or wearing that ugly bridesmaid dress or, more relevantly for my purposes, moving the body for its own good.
Love takes responsibility for the maintenance stuff. It pays the bills and does the grocery shopping. Nothing says love like finding enough toilet paper in the bathroom.
In a fitness context, that means that when we love ourselves, we push ourselves the right amount. We acknowledge the parts of ourselves that want to roll over and sleep another hour and then we get our butts out of bed and work out anyway. We eat the veggies first. We meet our friends for a walk rather than an ice cream.
That bit about the right amount is important. Love is also smart. There are some days when love does the math and realizes that we do, in fact, need the extra hour of sleep. Notice I said “some days.” Love keeps the score and gently kicks us out of bed if we’ve missed too many gym days.
Love is kind, in the deepest sense. It gets us to do stuff for our own good.
Go play.





