Joyful awakening,
by Leonor Henríquez

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     The truth is I felt strange seeing myself in my new sports outfit and running shoes, at six o’clock in the morning, jogging through the park.

Maybe I have heard so much about discipline, habits, fitness, nutrition and all those concepts that I generally completely ignore, that they finally convinced my very reluctant subconscious.

Recently, someone told me that, at a certain age, you begin to lose muscle mass and the only effective way to prevent that loss is to lift weights.

Euphoric, after jogging, I stopped at the gym and started lifting, yes, incredible: weights. The mirror gave me a very encouraging image, strong and disciplined, another me.

I returned home around eight in the morning hungry and motivated by all this dietary advice that I often receive on social media, so I prepared what they call a “healthy breakfast.”

Before me, the image of a green pancake, made of spinach, of course without real flour, or eggs, surrounded by that thing called tofu and sprinkled with a shower of seeds of unknown origin, but very healthy, yes. All this accompanied with lemon juice and green tea.

My face was pure satisfaction.

Just as I was about to sink my teeth into the super nutritious pancake, the alarm clock rang.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

There were no jogging shoes, no weights, and no green pancake with tofu anywhere.

What a relief! It had all been a dream, more like a nightmare.

I got up with a voracious appetite.

I proceeded to prepare myself some toasts with butter and two fried eggs with ham. All this accompanied with a strong, creamy, and sweet coffee along with a piece of cake.

Now this is what I call a joyful awakening.

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