I had a moment of insight.
Yes, another one.
Oh crap! Another moment of insight post! Someone save me!
Okay, so maybe brilliant moments of insight are not always as profound as they seem.
Moments of insight are like dreams: they convey an emotional message that makes them seem tremendously important to the person who's experiencing the revelation, but they're not always translatable to another person. Ever listened to someone trying in vain to describe why a dream felt like such an amazing metaphor for their entire life?
What? Why are you looking at me like that? Am I the only one?
Would you sell yourself? If not, why sell yourself short?
No, this isn’t really a post about selling yourself. I still kinda regret I wrote Skanky Fitness -- a lot of people have clicked on it with Entirely the Wrong Idea. (It was a joke, people!)
This post is about the difference between renters and owners.
What is the difference between renters and owners?
I'm glad you asked.
One thing I learned from buying a house ("one" thing?) is that it makes a difference in how you feel about the place.
Well, with most homes, anyway
When I lived in a rental, I wasn't quite as careful. It didn't seem as important.
Not that I deliberately acted like a rock star in a hotel and trashed the place.
Gee, and I only invited a few people over...
I figured if something broke down, someone else would deal with it. Now, for some reason, I'm starting to develop hyper-Neatnik tendencies that I never exhibited before. I want to put things in their place, keep everything clean and looking good. This is probably in part because since I bought the house, everyone wants to come visit. But it got me thinking. (Rare occurrence, but it does happen occasionally.)
If you rent a place, you don’t invest as heavily in upkeep and maintenance. It’s like a rental car; it’s a vehicle to carry you around but you don’t care how it looks or how well it runs. If you own your own car, then it matters. Even if you aren’t worried about a few crumbs on the seats, you still make sure that you put gas in the tank instead of diesel or something that would make it hard for you to get around.
Is your body a rental?
One way to tell is if it Hertz . (Sorry. Couldn't help myself.)
I think a lot of people who are overweight or out of shape (or both) tend to look upon their body as a rental car rather than as their own personal property. We use the body to haul the brain around.
For example, I sit at a computer 10 to 12 hours a day . If the body sends up a message that it’s hungry, it’s easy for me to grab the nearest bag of potato chips and satisfy the complaints without taking any thought for how this will affect the long-term mileage.
It’s like giving your car the cheapest gas rather than premium, not bothering to change the oil (don’t ask me how that relates to body care, just trust me that it’s a vague analogy). Or like neglecting to maintain your house except for the amount of work required to be a couch potato.
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Maybe I shouldn't have used two metaphors at the same time. Potato chips as a bad source of fuel is a good way to express eating right, but I think the owning vs. renting analogy is a better way to express this basic idea:
If you wouldn’t even consider selling your body, why are you renting it?
Don't think this analogy only holds good for couch potatoes. I mean, what about those
This hurts just to look at...
There are a lot of people who treat their body like they were renting it.
What, you don't want to talk about it? Fine. Then tell me your strangest dream. Go ahead. I dare you. I'll even explain what the dream means, free of charge. (Or at least, I'll provide an explanation that sounds good. Fair enough?)