I do get very frustrated with weight. I know I can be a stress eater but also I work on a computer all day which doesn’t help!
I also had a set back with 2 Vericose Vein surgeries while home working during Covid.
I could be kinder to and love my mental health more fully. This is one aspect that I have identified and have been practicing on kindness, and non-judgmentalism of past addicted behaviors. Posting late today as Merlin was on a hiatus this morning in Lake City and not keeping the magic of wi-fi on!
The part of myself that I could love more fully is my body. I definitely take for granted the work that my body does for me. It digests my food for me and does the heavy lifting around the house. It allows for me to wake up every single morning.
As I recently fell and broke 2 ribs, I cannot exercise or even walk as safely as before. I am afraid of falling. It unfortunately has made me notice that my fitness is declining and I am feeling a little fat. I know I just need to love my body as it heals and not judge it for not looking or feeling like it usually does. Sigh.
I was blessed by my oldest child’s recent words. He said, “Mama, I was raised in a home with a loving father and a loving mother. We were short on a lot of material things but I was taught to be responsible and compassionate. I knew I was loved.” He added, “I work with a lot of young people who have not grown up that way. Granted, many of them have had more material things that I did but their house was apparently not a home.”
I share that because I tend to be quite critical of myself, especially when I think of what I have always labeled my poor parenting skills. This question is a reminder that life is an evolutionary journey. It’s a mystery and all that is required is that I give it my best shot. Love it all…my successes, my failures, my ups and my downs and be willing to learn.
Thank you sharing this. Our youngest recently verbalized an appreciation for an aspect of his upbringing. This is a marvelous gift because I, too, can only see the the lack at some parts of my parenting.
I guess all of me…lots to love and some ….alot not to love!! Wish I could lose a few extra pounds..but goodness…it is great to be alive and to be here…no matter how flawed I am!
I haven’t been able to love my right wrist since I broke it Sept. 1 of last year. It has given me pain and limitations, prevented me from doing things I love, changed the actual shape of my arm as it healed so I have a slight curve I didn’t have before that I notice (not that anyone’s body is ever perfectly symmetrical anyway), and triggered the expression of a genetic condition I didn’t know I had (Dupuytren’s Contracture, sometimes known as the Irish disease, Viking disease, or Celtic hand, so that certainly confirms the DNA results I got from ancestry.com, and it brings with it the prospect of future corrective surgery when my fingers start curling in toward my palm). Thinking about loving it gives me a real challenge. It definitely provides me with a constant reminder to look behind me before backing up, so I guess I can love that, or at least appreciate it.
I’ve been working for some time at overcoming the way diet culture taught me to look at my own body and to dislike some parts. And yet my body is amazing! It can do so much! Reading Burnt Toast, Victoria Sole-Smith’s newsletter, and her book The Eating Instinct have both helped me start to recognize how I’ve been conditioned to regard some bodies as better and more beautiful. Even if I can’t love some parts yet I can choose not to hate them. I don’t want to regard my body as the enemy; I live with it 100% of every day and every night, and who wants to live with an enemy?
I’m not sure how to answer this question.
I guess the answer is, all of me.
I want to have the unconditional love for
myself that I reserve for others.
My physical body, spirituality,
mental health, connectedness, awareness,
and compassion, all need loving attention.
Today I will try to recognize the changes and
the progress that has been made. There has
been movement, finally.
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my personality
My big nose.
I do get very frustrated with weight. I know I can be a stress eater but also I work on a computer all day which doesn’t help!
I also had a set back with 2 Vericose Vein surgeries while home working during Covid.
I could be kinder to and love my mental health more fully. This is one aspect that I have identified and have been practicing on kindness, and non-judgmentalism of past addicted behaviors. Posting late today as Merlin was on a hiatus this morning in Lake City and not keeping the magic of wi-fi on!
The parts where doubt sneaks in.
The part of me that believes there’s something wrong with me.
The part of myself that I could love more fully is my body. I definitely take for granted the work that my body does for me. It digests my food for me and does the heavy lifting around the house. It allows for me to wake up every single morning.
As I recently fell and broke 2 ribs, I cannot exercise or even walk as safely as before. I am afraid of falling. It unfortunately has made me notice that my fitness is declining and I am feeling a little fat. I know I just need to love my body as it heals and not judge it for not looking or feeling like it usually does. Sigh.
The two keystone sacral and the sub occipital bone
I was blessed by my oldest child’s recent words. He said, “Mama, I was raised in a home with a loving father and a loving mother. We were short on a lot of material things but I was taught to be responsible and compassionate. I knew I was loved.” He added, “I work with a lot of young people who have not grown up that way. Granted, many of them have had more material things that I did but their house was apparently not a home.”
I share that because I tend to be quite critical of myself, especially when I think of what I have always labeled my poor parenting skills. This question is a reminder that life is an evolutionary journey. It’s a mystery and all that is required is that I give it my best shot. Love it all…my successes, my failures, my ups and my downs and be willing to learn.
Thank you sharing this. Our youngest recently verbalized an appreciation for an aspect of his upbringing. This is a marvelous gift because I, too, can only see the the lack at some parts of my parenting.
I guess all of me…lots to love and some ….alot not to love!! Wish I could lose a few extra pounds..but goodness…it is great to be alive and to be here…no matter how flawed I am!
I haven’t been able to love my right wrist since I broke it Sept. 1 of last year. It has given me pain and limitations, prevented me from doing things I love, changed the actual shape of my arm as it healed so I have a slight curve I didn’t have before that I notice (not that anyone’s body is ever perfectly symmetrical anyway), and triggered the expression of a genetic condition I didn’t know I had (Dupuytren’s Contracture, sometimes known as the Irish disease, Viking disease, or Celtic hand, so that certainly confirms the DNA results I got from ancestry.com, and it brings with it the prospect of future corrective surgery when my fingers start curling in toward my palm). Thinking about loving it gives me a real challenge. It definitely provides me with a constant reminder to look behind me before backing up, so I guess I can love that, or at least appreciate it.
I’ve been working for some time at overcoming the way diet culture taught me to look at my own body and to dislike some parts. And yet my body is amazing! It can do so much! Reading Burnt Toast, Victoria Sole-Smith’s newsletter, and her book The Eating Instinct have both helped me start to recognize how I’ve been conditioned to regard some bodies as better and more beautiful. Even if I can’t love some parts yet I can choose not to hate them. I don’t want to regard my body as the enemy; I live with it 100% of every day and every night, and who wants to live with an enemy?
My body is truly my home but is always in a power struggle with my mind. Thanks for your sharing. It’s helpful.
I’m not sure how to answer this question.
I guess the answer is, all of me.
I want to have the unconditional love for
myself that I reserve for others.
My physical body, spirituality,
mental health, connectedness, awareness,
and compassion, all need loving attention.
Today I will try to recognize the changes and
the progress that has been made. There has
been movement, finally.
A personal pat on the back is sometimes what the doctor ordered.
It is hard to single out ONE part. It depends on the one that is screaming LOOK AT ME.
Enjoy this Sunday everyone!
The part of my mind that engages with too many of the thoughts that another part of my mind constantly streams.
Well said!