Friday, January 11, 2013
My body is an amazing instrument.
For years I have been abusing it with junk food and a sedentary lifestyle.
I have cursed it, I have been jealous of others who possessed the type of body I wanted, I have resented it, damaged it, medicated it, weighed it, measured it, loathed it, criticized it, regretted it, hid it, and hated it.
Tonight I celebrate it!
With all I have done to this body, it gets out of bed each day. It gets me where I need to go. I am mobile. I am capable. My body makes this possible.
If my body complains with aches, pains, or general fatigue ... It is not my body's fault, it is mine for not showing it the respect it deserves.
The last few weeks have shown me how willing my body is to accept good fuel, hard work, and peaceful rest. It has rewarded me with more energy and is rue shaping itself in response to my new care taking.
Yes, I still feel the pains of old habits but they are fading. I am not perfect, but my body is forgiving me.
I am my body's keeper, and it is the vehicle for my soul.