'I HATE my body'
Monday, December 05, 2011
****I bet that title caught you attention!****
I am up 5 pounds.
Partially I blame my lame foot.
Partially my diet and not adjusting it to my fitness needs.
It is what it is and I am doing my best to not beat myself up over it. Instead I am here to blog about how much I LOVE MY BODY!
So often we say ' I hate my body', 'I hate my arms, 'I can't stand my stomach'. I am guilty of it more than once and I am sure you are to. I am also sure that we mean the 'look' of our body and deep down we really don't mean it. BUT it's funny if you think about it that we are so swift to point blame at our bodies when it is our minds that have failed us.
I love my body. I love my arms that hold my daughter close, the hands that take her little face into them so I can give her a kiss. I appreciate my fingers, adorned in fancy designs of polish, that allow me to craft, crochet, sew, and do so much more. I love my stomach, riddled with stretchmarks that carried my daughter for 9 months, that will someday be capable to carry more children. I love my knees, covered in scars, that allowed me to climb trees, and at times kneel in prayer. I love my big ugly stinky feet that carry me on my runs, to walk in heals, to play in the sand, to walk bare feeling the ground.
I love my amazing beautiful body, it may not look the way I want it to look or always do exactly what I want it to do but it has never failed me. For all I have put it through, under appreciated it for, abused it with foods and months of sedentary lifestyle, lack of sleep, then attacking it with fitness and health foods. This body of mine takes it in stride and does what it needs to do to carry me through another day.I don't thank my body every day, but I should. Its the one friend who has not failed me, never let me go, and has always fought the battle when I wasn't mentally capable of doing so. Take a moment to think of what you're thankful to your body for, just a moment.