“Hey, can we talk?” my body says one morning. “Sure,” I reply, a bit surprised. “What’s up?”
“It’s about the food. I’ve got some ideas.”
Turns out, my body has opinions... strong ones. “First of all,” it says, “thank you for feeding me regularly. But honestly? I’d love more real food. Less of the processed stuff, more of the good stuff - fresh veggies, fruits, whole grains, lean proteins.”
“Got it,” I nod. “So, no more late night crisps?”
“Exactly!” it laughs. “Try a handful of almonds or yoghurt if you’re hungry. I’ll feel better, trust me.”
“What about breakfast?” I ask.
“Stop skipping it!” it says firmly. “Give me oats with berries or eggs and toast, something solid to start the day. I hate crashing mid-morning.”
I laugh. “Fair point. What about drinks?”
“Water, please. Lots of it. And easy on the coffee, you overdo it sometimes. And don’t forget, alcohol’s fun in moderation, not every weekend.”
I pause, then ask, “Anything else?”
“Yes,” it says. “Listen to me more. When I say I’m full, stop eating. When I’m hungry, don’t ignore me. And quit eating when you’re bored... I’m not into that.”
I smile. “So you want balance.”
“Exactly! I don’t want diets or guilt. Just kindness. Nourishment. Variety. And hey, I love a bit of chocolate now and then, just don’t make it dinner.”
“Deal,” I say.
“One more thing,” my body adds. “Move me more. Stretch, walk, lift, anything. I love feeling strong and free.”
“Thanks,” I tell it. “I’ll do better. Promise."
“I know you will,” it says. “After all, we’re in this together.”
