The body is a temple… It’s the only one we have. We must care for it, nourish it properly, exercise it regularly, pamper it occasionally(we don’t want to get too soft).
I’ve been thinking about this whole body as temple thing for a while. A couple of people that I stalk on the interwebs are workout crazies. One girl dresses in all black for her workouts stating the reason she wears black is because it is a funeral for her fat. Another crazy states that sweat is actually her fat crying. Why can’t I be like these girls and respect my body enough to take care of it? I don’t have to turn into the workout nazi, but a few days a week without screaming and crying on my way to gym(or the couch) would be nice and less stressful.
I know the psycho babble…. my head isn’t in it… It’s a habit that I must change… Spend at least 21 days creating the new habit… As the Great Dr. Phil asks, “How is that working for you?” until the pain is greater than the current state, it will stay the same…. Blah, blah, blah.
I hate the way I look. I know I need to make changes. I know I need to eat better. I know I need to exercise. I know I will feel better. I know I will like the way my clothes fit. Shoot, I will probably even like my clothes. I see the photos of people who have done it! They have blazed the trail for me. All I have to do is follow. I HAVE EVERYTHING I NEED TO MAKE THE CHANGES. Why don’t I do it? When is enough going to be enough?