Day 11 at Fat Camp I am a blubbering mess!

But in a good way - my therpaist has clearly weaved her magic on opening me up emotionally and hardly a day goes when I am not either in tears and at least choked up and close.

Why?

Because I am SO happy with what is happening to me each and every day. EVERY day I find some new little thing I can do again and it just sometimes overwhelms me.

When I think about how battered my poor old body has been over time with 35 years of smoking, borderline alcoholism for 15 years, eating fat ridden, starchy, sugary junk food for nearly 45 years I am in AWE of how quickly it can rally back and start to feel good again.

It truly IS a miracle and I am SO grateful and thankful that my amazing body has stuck around so that I can finally show it some love and care.

Honour your body and do what is right for it. It has been your companion and best friend for your whole life, even whle your mind has been telling you to overburden it with bad food and bad habits for so long.

Its the only one you get.

Spark on

P.S. Today's daily miracle? I went to lace up my shoes and for the first time in a LONG time I can swing my foot onto my knee and stretch far enough to make bow right in the centre of my shoe WITHOUT having to grunt and gasp while I do it. AWESOME!