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My Body Temple

I recently committed to attending as many classes at the Y as I could. I remembered seeing a woman I knew once and she’d lost all sorts of weight and looked great. I asked what she’d done. She said she’d…gone to as many exercise classes as she could. Here’s what I wrote in my journal in January (it has taken me 6 months).

“I talk about being a part of a community but I don’t join in the exercise classes at the YMCA. My brain says, ‘But what if I can’t keep up with it. ‘ But we show up for all sorts of stuff all the time for kids and others. We can certainly keep showing up for ourselves in whatever fashion we ask of ourselves. Hello 100 Day Project’ “.

I had to take care of myself first and stop all the pains. I had a bunch of shots in my butt for my SI joint and then two rounds in my right shoulder for my rotator cuff. And then I had to sit and wait for the pain that was no longer there to return.

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Fashion goals and this beautiful woman, New Orleans Floral Designer Sara Perez Ekanger

I once read one of Nigella Lawson’s cookbooks in which she said the best way to lose weight was to regard you body as a temple. To respect and revere it and treat it as if it were holy. I can remember being at the Y and feeling embarrassed by my body. But now? I’m tending to my temple, they’re templing over there on the treadmill and they’re templing in the cycling class. We are all there for the same reason.

Plus it struck me that in the weight training class I was in this week, all of the women and one man in the class including the instructor and myself were all carrying extra weight. I felt like we were all in our temple efforts together. And when I couldn’t do the belly dance wiggle in the “Booty Call” dance class today, I began to giggle and the two older guys in the back started to laugh. Just keep swimming !

The only way to move from where you are is to accept where you are. Compassion is your truest friend when you feel as stuck as I have for these past 7 months. I am on day two of operation body temple. I watched the young women in the front of the class watch themselves and feel proud of their moves while I had a hard time looking at myself in the mirror. I want to remember what it’s like to feel proud inside my body again. Pride and not Shame.

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Sumptuous Summer Time

I never sleep in. Until Summer. This Sunday morning, I was so languorous in bed, my ear hurt from laying on it. And after I rose and descended the stairs for my first cup of coffee, there were no children demanding things of me. Luxurious sumptuous Summer Time. Remembering my creative soul life.

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I made a loving breakfast of last chance potatoes, mushrooms, eggs, and thyme from my porch garden. And now I sit listening to the Sleepy Hollow radio program on WXPN with my daughter arting on the floor with her markers coloring seascapes. My hand resting on a furry friend on the back of the couch, feet up on a stool, and the whoosh of cool air from the air vent keeping the tickle of sweat from blooming. Lukewarm coffee still in my cup as I make kind comments on Instagram.

Summer expands in the moment when you stop to feel it. Appreciation of where you are always makes everything feel shinier. Hope is worth the effort to stop and feel it.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Falling Away

I am always battling with who I think I am. I strip off parts and then I forget parts. Bits of me fall away from me like sand and I begin to disappear in the wind. It’s as if I have to remind myself of who I am. Again and again and again.

I can hear the “can” coming in and out. I can hear “my life is good” going in and out.

It is these decisions about my now and future life that shade my satisfaction of my now. And there is nothing else more important besides my now. Ever.

And If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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