Me and my body, we don't get along so well.

My body is like a passive/aggressive two-year-old, and my brain is like a really bad parent. We are locked in this power struggle, neither willing to back down, making absolutely no progress. It won't do what I want it to do, and it rankles me to no end.

I tell it to eat kale and tofu; it reaches for refined sugar and full fat dairy products.

I want to sleep; my body says, "no, HOWL!!!"

I want to wake up before the sun, my flesh rolls over and says "Go away. Leave me alone."

I get up anyway and it glares at me and makes me pay for the next 18 hours.

I tell it to run and keep running until I say stop. It says "Fine. And tomorrow morning you will wake up and feel like a 92 year-old in need of a hip replacement. Your call."

And I make it run, and it delivers on its promise.

It's like a really bad game of chicken. My brain and my body are speeding at each other down a narrow dirt road, and neither is going to swerve...