Fitness is the rude uncle who shows up late, drinks your whiskey, and tells you the truth. It’s stress, strain, and soreness. It is also the one thing that has the best chance of keeping you out of a wheelchair.
You can meditate, journal, and burn sage until the neighbors call the fire department. If you aren’t lifting, walking, sweating, or straining, you’re not extending life. You’re decorating decline. Get to moving!
Nutrition is the companion of exercise. It fuels the grind, repairs the damage, and sets the stage for growth. Without it, your workouts are just sweat without substance. Every rep, every mile, every drop of effort depends on what you put on your plate.
Whole foods sharpen the edge, processed junk dulls it. If fitness is the rude uncle, nutrition is the wise aunt who whispers the truth: you can’t out-train a bad diet. Together, they’re the duo that keeps you strong, mobile, and thriving.
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