I ran tonight to clear my head. It must have worked because I just stared at a blank page for five minutes before typing anything, and I've already erased line after line, not sure what I want to get out of this sitting. This is what I was left with:
Calories are evil. (I know I'm not fat; just run with me for a minute.) When we run, work out, do anything active, we're burning calories, working off those guilty pleasures. Every bead of sweat represents your momentary weakness from the night before: a piece of cake after a full meal that left you breathing heavy; the last bite of that chicken alfredo you just couldn't say no to; the third or fourth or fifth shot of whiskey you don't even remember taking.
What do we do about that piece of cake? We run it off (or whatever form of exercise you choose). Or we contribute to obesity. (That was a joke. Please don't take offense.)
That's not the end of my thought.
Aren't calories like the evils of the world? Do you see it? Do you like metaphors? If only we could run off those regrets that linger in the backs of our heads. All the lies ever told, all the judgments ever passed, all the broken promises and disappointments, poor timings and bad thoughts, torn friendships, ugly looks, unnecessary arguments, bottled-up thoughts.
However, in most cases, it's to my understanding that these "calories" can only be removed by two or more people, not one. An evil is only removed when the evil-doer repents and the evil-receiver forgives. Teamwork.
Now let's turn it around. What if real calories could only be removed that way? I might actually be fat, considering how often I work out or run on my own.
Food for thought.
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