The phrase “at war with my body” was used this week. It made a great deal of sense. I have been waging a long and bitter fight with my body. The sad thing is I really don’t need a Doctor to tell me that my body didn’t fare well in the battle. Seriously out of shape is one of the nicer ways of putting it, several people have been a good deal more blunt.
Despite the ravages of a lifelong Guerrilla War however, my battered and abused frame has continued to support me, it has done its best to keep things working despite the fact that I’ve been incredibly unkind to it.
There now exists an uneasy peace. I’m working for my body and trying to unravel some of the damage. Several years of sustained shelling from a disgruntled psyche will take some effort to fix. I’m told that my body will be relishing the exercise and the diet of seeds, nuts, fish, and fruit. There are positive signs, but there is still work to do.
The peace remains in a tenuous state, because despite the determination of my body to keep me going, I have still yet to develop the respect for my body that it deserves. My personal trainer talks about Self Love and the need for me to develop a harmony with my whole self.
The journey from Loathing to Love is underway, and with each step I have taken a lasting peace looks increasingly likely.
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