“Not everything that can be counted counts,
and not everything that counts can be counted.”
– Albert Einstein
I doubt that wise old Al would have been thinking about calories or his cholesterol numbers when he wrote that.
Which made me think about how much time I’ve spent counting things that don’t really count….
How can I say that these things don’t really count?
Well, at the end of the day, what does knowing any of this stuff mean in your life? Other than provoking an anxiety attack, what was accomplished by knowing all these numbers? Well, in my experience, the answer is “nothing.” I had to learn that the hard way, that being obsessed with the counting doesn’t help with the doing.
In fact, anything that increased my anxiety about my body made me view it as an enemy, instead of a friend. And when is the last time you took your “enemy” out for a walk, fed it well, or thought about doing anything except ignoring it?
When you make make friends with your body – accepting it for whom and what it is in the present, you can make some strides in helping your friend feel better.
So today I’m counting my blessings and taking my “friend” out in the sunshine. How ‘bout you?