As I wrap up 8 weeks of walking … I want to touch base with … myself … on how much better I feel. Yep, I have creeks and moans coming from different body parts … but I feel light in my step. Clear headed. Like I have freed my body from being “weighted” down.
Thank you, thank you OverWorkedJanet.
I have approached my walking much, much more … kinder and gentler than ever before. No marathon training. No x-y-z number of miles in so many minutes. No have to burn sooooo many calories before I can stop.
Just … moving my body.
That’s how I am approaching my eating … kinder and gentler.
Eating ONLY when physically hungry and stopping when comfortable. This is still a work in progress after allllll the years of not listening to myself.
Our 3-year-old GS is still in potty training. His mom made the statement … that he should have already done this by now … he should have taught himself.
After I stopped myself from strangling DIL … it all kinda washed over me.
We are born with a natural sense to ourselves of when we are hungry and when we are full.
Then loved ones … intervene … putting us on schedules, telling us what to eat, telling us to override our hunger. Telling us hunger is not an … emergency … and to ignore it. And then telling us it's time to eat … get with it.
We sense when we are wet and poopy and don’t like it. We move on to knowing that we “caused” the wet and poopy.
And loved ones … intervene … to get us not to do that … on ourselves. And some loved ones expect you to teach yourself. But then we’re told to … just hold it it’s not time.
What is it that we learn from all this … how to control our bodies or not to trust ourselves???
Or simply we learn … to stop listening to our true selves.
Music washes away from the soul … the dust of everyday life. ~Pablo Picasso