the body never lies
Jan 08, 2015
Next time you see me, before you ask how I’m doing, look at my body and see for yourself. I’m not asking you to judge me--that never does any good; just consult my body for the true state of my health and wellness. Truth is, I can sugarcoat my situation (no pun intended), but my body can’t.
If you have known me for more than a few years, you can bear witness to the incredible transformation that my body has undergone. Depending on how far back we go, you may know the chubby primary school kid who transformed into an athletic high-schooler, then let himself go in his first year of (civilian) college, before shaping back up in time for military college.
My body has always borne silent witness to my lifestyle. I played sports in primary school and was, in fact, a champion swimmer. Towards the end, however, my lifestyle became more sedentary as I dedicated more time to studying for the all-important Kenya Certificate of Primary Education (KCPE) exam which, as those of you familiar with the Kenyan educational system know, forever seals one’s fate. Needless to say, I noticeably gained weight.
When I got to high school, I discovered rugby--God’s greatest gift to mankind. I spent all my free time at school playing the sport, and spent most weekends with my friends (read brothers) Mugo and Jimmy, practising new plays and honing our skills. The hours of play and training paid off and we soon became key members of the Strathmore Bandits, our school’s rugby team. It goes without saying that my physique bore testament to all the blissful (and sometimes painful) hours of play.
I’m sure you get my point by now, so I won’t narrate my entire life history. I'll save that for a future post!
In the meantime, the undulation in my weight is still ongoing, and still speaks to my lifestyle and what is going on in my life. Come to think of it, the state of my body has always been a true reflection of my mental and emotional state of mind. My face is an open book; you can tell from my frown lines whether or not I am happy or stressed, and the chubbiness of my cheeks clearly betrays whether or not--or, more accurately, just how much--I have indulged.
If this post has only one truth, it is that our bodies never lie (and neither do our clothes for that matter). For our own sake, we should consult our bodies whenever that little voice in our head whispers that it’s OK to have just one more drink, one more slice of pecan pie, or one more bite of chocolate.
Our bodies are a bit like Santa Claus; they know whether we have been naughty or good, and they always reward us accordingly.
I gave up chocolate for a year because I finally decided to listen to my body. It told me, in no uncertain terms, that my current lifestyle just wasn’t working out for me (no pun intended, I swear)!
My hope is that the next time you see me in person, you won’t even have to ask whether I’ve been eating healthily and working out. But, if we happen to cross paths, please feel free to ask me that magical question anyway. I'm only human, and my ego, like most, is insatiable!
**7 days without chocolate**
(It behooves me to mention that some people have legitimate medical conditions which lead to significant weight gain. This post, therefore, is not an indictment on overweight people as a whole. In my case, however, and for the majority of people, weight gain is self-inflicted and a consequence of choices. It is these instances that I refer to as I write this blog.)