There was a time I trained like my body was the enemy.
Chasing size.
Chasing abs.
Chasing numbers in the gym that had nothing to do with how I felt—and everything to do with how I looked.
I’d ego lift until my joints screamed.
Pop supplements like shortcuts.
Scroll fitness influencers, then mirror their routines without asking if they made sense for me.
It wasn’t physical wellness.
It was performance.
It was anxiety… dressed like discipline.
Physical wellness isn’t about punishment.
It’s about partnership with your body.
It’s knowing when to push and when to pause.
It’s choosing movement because it feels like a gift—not a transaction.
It’s fueling your body with care, not overwhelm.
It’s asking, “What do I need?” instead of, “What are they doing?”
Because that leaner version of you you’re chasing?
He doesn’t show up through force.
He arrives when the stress leaves your shoulders and the war inside you gets quiet.
I still train.
I still track.
But I no longer sacrifice peace for the mirror.
And I don’t let Instagram decide what’s enough.
Now, physical wellness feels less like a race…
And more like a rhythm.
You don’t have to suffer your way into strength.
You just have to stop fighting the body that’s been carrying you all along.
That’s the Cushy way.
