My body has ample energy to carry out all daily activities in my life.

Nobody keeps the tally, so here is a partial one. You stood up perhaps forty times today. Carried a load of laundry. Opened doors, chewed food, held your arms above your head to wash your hair, walked further than you noticed while thinking about something else.

Not one of those was budgeted for. They came out of a reserve you never checked.

*Ample* does not mean infinite, and by evening you will know it. But the ordinary day gets funded, every day, out of a supply that quietly turns out to be enough.