Quote by Arnold Schwarzenegger

My body is like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I don't think about it, I just have it.


My body is like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I don't think

Summary

This quote suggests that the speaker does not spend much time or effort thinking or worrying about their physical body. They see it as a basic necessity, like meals throughout the day, and simply have it without giving it much thought. It emphasizes a casual and instinctive approach to their body, indicating that they do not excessively preoccupy themselves with appearance or health concerns.

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Food
By Arnold Schwarzenegger
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