Raise your hand if you've ever had one negative thought about your body.
Raise your hand if you've ever berated yourself for eating that next piece of pizza.
Raise your hand if you've ever cursed your slow feet and bumbling limbs as you try to push yourself in exercise.
Yep. Me, too.
Why do we do this? Why do I do it? One thing that I've come to over the last year or so is that berating myself and beating myself over the head with negativity when it comes to what I believe about my body does me no blooming good whatsoever - that tactic has yet to work.
So I've decided it's time that I approach myself with love and kindness and patience.
I turned 31 this year. Age doesn't phase me - it's just a number. But, what has been a nagging, unsettling, and sometimes upsetting bother is the way my metabolism and body have changed. I have always been active, but it was stunning to me over the last couple of years to find that I really have to pay attention to what I'm feeding my body and how I am nourishing myself. I put on weight a lot easier and I don't heal as quickly. I realize that's kind of one of those obvious things about adding years to a human body, but dang, does the reality of it sometimes suck.
And as it goes, the days that I am criticizing myself the worst, it just so happens that a certain swimsuit catalog will show up in my mailbox.
(Really, Universe? Really?)
I have moped, I have restricted, I have monitored, I have wailed and gnashed my teeth...but, when I saw this quote from Golda Poretsky it made me think about what an amazing thing my body really is. What it does for me every stinking day.
I can go out for a run with my dogs. I can practice yoga.
I can move, I can play with my nephews, I can swim.
And I am fortunate to have those things. To do those things.
Love and kindness. Love myself through the work it will take to get to a healthier state. To nourish myself with good, unprocessed, whole foods. To get a better night's sleep. To move often.
To find a healthy balance between having-my-piece-of-homemade-unprocessed-cake and getting-my-butt-up-in-the-mornings-to-run.
To be grateful for all that this body can do. My body is a precious, precious gift.
I hope you'll join me in taking this approach, my friends. You, too, are a gift.
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What I've Been Reading
The Girls by Emma Cline
A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash
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Never Broken by Jewel
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