After stopping working more than a dozen times to have a body I might be happy of over thirty years, it finally hit me. My body doesn't understand if I'm on a $4000 treadmill, or going up stairs. It does not know if I'm lifting a gold plated dumb bell, or a rock. All it understands is that I'm using it the method it was designed to be utilized. My body doesn't care if I'm feeding it carrots, or sq