Don’t you just hate titles of posts like that? “The best you?” What the heck does that even mean, right? Well, I was just like you. I hated seeing stuff like that, and rarely would I click on it. I’m actually quite surprised you’re reading this now. Congratulations! But seriously, what does that mean? “The best you.” Isn’t that what we try to be by default? Well, I thought so, but I believe I was misleading myself (at best). I was definitely not being my best.
Now, before you go all Wyatt Earp on me, hear me out. I am, in no way, saying that being fat makes you a bad person. I am not implying that being thinner makes me a better person. I don’t think, in any way, shape, or form that your weight has any bearing on how good of a person you are, how smart you are, how hard you work, or how good you dance. With that said, being healthy has a huge effect on all of the above. Especially the dancing.
The best me is a person who is not only a good person who works hard, but is healthy and able to perform tasks necessary to take as much advantage of the things life has to offer. There are few things I can’t do based on physical limitations. I know, for instance, that I can’t do complex algebra; a man’s got to know his limitations. But I can run 5 miles, and I can do it in good time. In the event of a zombie outbreak, I can outrun them long enough to get to my guns. That will allow me to be the best me in a zombie apocalypse.
Why handicap yourself? Why limit yourself physically? Why shorten the amount of time you have on this blue marble floating in space? All of these things can be improved through diet and light exercise. And by light, I mean just take a walk every day for a little bit. 20 minutes should do. Just eat right, take a walk, and you will become the best you that you can be. You’re in the driver’s seat. Put it in gear, and step on the gas.