I have to remind myself this a lot; my body is here to help me to survive. It is not who I am. It is just the vehicle that carries my consciousness. It has prevailed through some really difficult things… even things that my consciousness has put it through, and still it has the goal of keeping “me”… us(?) safe and alive. Why would I let a number on the scale make me feel negatively about it? That would be cruelty and absurdity. My body is not bad and doesn’t need to be anything. My body deserves my respect for its perseverance. It's allowed to fluctuate. It will change, as if always has, it will age, as it is doing and has been doing every moment since birth. It’s enough as it is. It's something I just have to remind myself of when I start to get into fitness and weight loss. And if you need a reminder too, then I hope this helped you.

That being said, yesterday for exercise Spinch and I played a dance game and switched off after a few songs. It was fun, very reminiscent of swimming. We discussed options for future exercises together, now that we placed down large rubber mats to avoid disturbing the family downstairs. We may try going back to the dumbell training we used an app for, and we also may look into converting Spinch's basement into an exercise area. Now that the holidays are over we can also walk in certain areas that were previously closed due to holiday events. I hope we are able to continue working out while also maintaining the peace. I guess learning tap dancing and clogging are out of the question, and that's ok lol