You've stopped moving your body for the joy of it

Ah, you have turned a body — which is a marvelous instrument of delight — into a mere tool for hauling yourself around. You have made your body a tool and forgotten it is also for delight — for dancing, running, playing, the plain animal pleasure of motion, which got replaced entirely by utility; but your body has not forgotten how to delight in moving, you have only stopped letting it. Move for pleasure, not for a goal — the counted steps and burned calories drain the joy, so dance because the music moves you and walk because the day is fine, dropping the achieving, and the delight returns the moment movement becomes play again. And find the movement that feels like play to you — not the exercise you dread but the dancing or swimming or ball-throwing your particular body loves, sought by trying things and noticing what delights rather than what you endure. When did you last move your body purely for the joy of it?