My mother always SAID

Mother: "You can't be happy with someone else until you are happy with yourself."

My mother seems to often be right with all life's questions that do not involve math problems, so, I am sure listening to her makes the most logical sense. I mean, after all, she also says I'm pretty.

How to be happy?

According to my mother, I should run and/or [insert any and all different workout routines, clubs, classes ...]. According to me, I should sit on the couch and drink hot chocolate [with schnapps]. According to my mother, sitting on the couch and doing nothing will result in a BMI of 35. I have this sneaking and sinking suspicion she's right.

Does that mean I will work out more?

Maybe. In the past few weeks, my motivation has increased slowly. Enough to run a half-marathon anytime soon? Probably not. Sometime in the future? Very possible. Do I enjoy running? NOT AT ALL.

I want to be able to run. I have the desire. I want to be able to do something with my mother that she wants to do. I went to heat yoga with her once. I almost died. Not literally, but almost. I saw sparkly spots and had to fold myself into child's pose for a few minutes. Yoga is almost fun. Running is not almost fun. It's on a different playing field than fun. It's more of a deranged ambition people have to be faster and more efficient. Is this totally incorrect, Mother?

So, let's start slow. To achieve knowledge and self-enlightenment, I must be happy. One way to be happy is most certainly to be healthy. Possibly the lasting romantic love of another human being may soon follow. Not to mention-a kick ass body? I can live with this.