As if the only choices that exist are workouts and meal prep.
What they’re really saying is if you’re stuck, unhappy with your body, if you’re carrying weight in every sense of the word,
You have no one to blame but yourself.
But what did you actually choose?
You chose to keep a tiny human alive on three hours of sleep. You chose to eat the cold leftovers so everyone else got the hot plate. You chose to cancel your workout to drive someone to practice, to a party, to the emergency room at 2am. You chose to swallow your stress so your kids didn’t have to carry it. You chose to hold it together when falling apart would have been completely justified.
You chose everyone. Every single time. Without hesitation. Without a second thought.
And your body?
Your body absorbed all of it.
The grief you didn’t process. The hunger you ignored. The exhaustion you normalized. The appointments you rescheduled for the fourth time. The dreams you put aside and forgot to go back for.
So yes, you are absolutely a reflection of your choices.
You are a monument to devotion, to a beautiful sacrificial love.
But devotion without self-preservation isn’t virtue. You cannot pour from a body you’ve been running into the ground.
It is not selfish to come back to yourself.
It is overdue.