My body is awesome. No, not in the conventional Victoria’s Secret model sense. Ha! I have never cared to look like that either. I’m talking about something that is even better.
Zombie apocalypse be damned.
My body was built for survival. I’ve always known that. I’m built like a workhorse. (It’s from that hearty Swedish, German stock) Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa!
My doctor agrees.
He said I would outlast anyone around me in a survival situation because of my strength and because my body was designed to hold on to its nutrients/calories and store them. Now that I think of it, that means I’d probably be extra tasty to a Zombie – all that meat on my bones. Not so good. *shrugs. Ah well, they have to catch me first. 😛
It’s not an excuse for the extra weight I do carry but a possible reason why losing weight is an excruciatingly difficult thing for me to do. It takes forever for me to drop even a couple pounds. I discovered that back when I hit thirty. Before then, I could cut ten pounds or more like nothing.
I get frustrated but then, it’s always been like this.
I’m not thin. I never have been. It’s something that has always vexed me.
But the older I get, the more I see how wonderful my body truly is.
My body is indeed that of a workhorse. I am strong. I am powerful. There are many things I can do.
Right now, yes, I’m a little overweight and am trying to cut a few pounds. I will.
But am I out of shape?
No. Heck no! I am not!
I could get up right now, this instant and walk eight, ten or more miles if I wanted or needed to. (just let me change out of my slippers and put on my hikers or tennis shoes) 😀
I workout with kettlebells – 18lb, 26lb, 35lb, 40lb right now and I’m planning on going higher. It’s the only exercise other than an all out dead run that gets my heart rate into the range it needs to be for a decent workout.
I can run. I’m not fast and never have been but I wasn’t built for speed. Point is, I can run. But I prefer kettlebells. 🙂
There isn’t anything I cannot do. I know this.
I eat healthy. I am learning more and more each day about my body and how it responds to foods, timing of meals and I love it.
If only we would listen, really LISTEN to our bodies. It is talking to us, telling us what it doesn’t like or need and begging us to listen to what it DOES like and need. Once I started doing that, I started feeling so much better.
There’s been stress in my life lately, yes and that does take its toll. Last week I thought something was wrong with my heart (rate) until I looked back over the things I ate that previous day and evening and I realized there was a more salt in the food than I am accustomed to. Once I got back to my normal clean foods, I haven’t had an issue. I’m good. 🙂
I’m not perfect. I’m not beautiful by the standards of the world, but I’m me. I have people who love me. I am loved. And I love.
All the money in the world – doesn’t matter.
Attaining that ridiculous number on the scale – doesn’t matter.
Flawless beauty – big whoopideedoodah. It doesn’t matter.
None of that means a thing if you don’t have love, laughter, happiness and your health.
I have all that. (the love, laughter, happiness and health)
I am blessed.
And yes, my body is awesome.