Choosing what is good for us

And what is not so good for us.

For nearly a year, I would get up three days a week to go work out. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, without fail, I would arrive at the Family YMCA at 5:30am, lift weights, listen to Crime Junkie (or equal true crime show), and generally just feel amazing.

My body felt strong and I could see the beginnings of little carvings emerging from beneath the squ…