I used to think discipline was about forcing myself to do things I hated. Now I see it's about building a life where I genuinely want to do the things that are good for me. The body knows when the shoulds become wants. There's a softening, an unwinding, instead of that clenched-jaw determination. It's not about 'never' indulging, but about a fundamental shift in what truly nourishes. The guilt used to be a constant companion when I skipped a run or ate something "bad." Now, it's just data. Did I need the rest? Was I actually craving that thing, or was I just tired? It's not absolution I'm after, just honest accounting.