Dear body (a love letter)

Dear body,

Today marks twenty-nine years of you and me doing life together. I joke all the time about how much you’ve changed in the past decade, about how you are far less forgiving than you used to be. You will no longer tolerate consecutive nights of inadequate sleep. You make unilateral decisions about what you will and won’t do. Say, for instance, I want to eat donuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You say “nope.” I want to sit on the couch for 6 hours at a time. You let me know, “Well, you can do that, but don’t expect your knees or lower back to be in proper working order.”