I’ve heard tons of spiritualists bray, “I am not this body,” and shuck any responsibility to care for the flesh-vehicle that they’ve been gifted with. I believe that position is woefully shortsighted; I see my body as a marvelous interface I use to interact with physical reality. While I believe (though I cannot prove) that I am not JUST this body, denying my corporeal existence would be a stark refusal to accept the evidence before me. I follow these premises by embracing the idea that external stimuli have an effect on my mood, cognition, and energy levels. Then I adjust accordingly to maximize my fulfillment. If I were to deny the existence of my body, then that might lead me to behave as if my physical condition has no effect on the quality of my life—a stance I find erroneous and dysfunctional. Instead, I choose to view my body like a car I know will one day be scrapped—sure, it’ll eventually end up in the trash, but why not maintain it so I can enjoy the ride?