Oh My God What if You Wake Up Some Day and You're 65 or 75 and You Never Got Your Memoir or Novel Written or You Didn't Go Swimming in Warm Pools and Oceans All Those Vears Because Your Thighs Were Jiggly and You Had a Nice Big Comfortable Tummy or You Were Just So Strung Out on Perfectionism and People-Pleasing That You Forgot to Have a Big Juicy Creative Life of Imagination and Radical Silliness and Staring Off Into Space Like When You Were a Kid? It's Going to Break Your Heart Don't Let This Happen