Dear body, I am sorry. I am sorry for how I treated you. For how I lazed around on the computer. For how I filled you with things that made you ache. But I promise to do better. I promise to treat you right. To fill you with vitamins and nutrients. My crunchy food will be carrots, not chips. My sweet snack will be peaches, not a candy bar. My eggs will make omelets, not cakes. I will take you out for runs and work your muscles hard. And in the end you will thank me. You will carry me wherever I need to go. You will fill me with confidence. So, body, is it a deal?