Dear Body –
I want to apologize to you. I am sorry, sorry I haven’t taken better care of you. Sorry for the nights where I stayed up way too late, the times when I drank too much, ate too much and choose to not get outside and move. I’m sorry for the days where I subjected you to extreme levels of stress for no good reason. For thinking you weren’t thin enough, fast enough, strong enough, or pretty enough. I am sorry for not trusting you and how tough and resilient you are.
I am learning to accept you for the unique gift from God, that you really are. I am learning to show up for you. To move more, sleep more, eat for fuel and not entertainment or comfort. I will quit arguing for your failure and learn to appreciate all that you are capable of doing and have accomplished. You are beautiful. You are strong, and you have carried me through 45 years of life’s ups and downs and I am looking forward to 45 more. To more adventures, more fun, more love and to living life to the fullest.
I am not always perfect, but I am learning to love you and appreciate you and I am grateful that God gave me my mother’s looks and my grandmother’s legs. I love that you can look at me and know that I’m a Fox, Reese, Baker, Withrow.
Dear Body, I won’t always be perfect; but I am learning to do better and to take better care of you and not always give in to the whims of my monkey brain.
I love you,