You already know.

You know your back is fucked.

You've known for months. Maybe years.

Every morning you wake up stiff. Every night you go to bed sore. And every day in between, you do absolutely nothing about it.

You tell yourself you'll stretch tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes.

You're not 60. You're in your 30s or 40s and your body is already failing you.

Whose fault is that?

Not your job. Not your chair. Not your genetics.

Yours.

You had time to scroll Instagram for an hour yesterday. You had time to binge Netflix. You had time to do absolutely nothing productive.

But you didn't have 10 minutes to fix your back?

Bullshit.

You've googled it a dozen times. Saved the videos. Screenshot the stretches. Bought the foam roller that's collecting dust.

You have all the information.

What you don't have is the balls to do something.

Every day you ignore this, it gets worse. Your muscles get weaker. Your posture gets worse. Your pain gets deeper.

There is no "right time."

There's now. And there's regret.

You've been choosing regret for months.

10 minutes a day. That's all it takes.

You waste more time than that deciding what to eat.

So what's it going to be?

Another day of pretending it's fine?

Or the day you finally fix it?