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The Summer of Content (The Next Chapter of My Body Image Journey)


I ate a lot of food today.

Skinny iced mocha latte and a banana and chicken pot pie and corn bread and potatoes and fresh strawberry pie and a cheeseburger and a peanut butter milkshake.

It tasted like Summer, like a carefree afternoon around a kitchen table set with American flag place-mats and of drives in the sunset for something icy and creamy, thick and delicious.

And it tasted like freedom, I left Weight Watchers in the dry dust for 24 hours.

After dinner, I curled up on the Couch for a movie. I felt relaxed and at Peace with myself.

But not long into the movie, I started thumbing through Google images of Weight Watchers “Before and After” pictures. Then, “Before and After” pictures of women who were doing the 30 Day Shred workout DVD.

I excused myself to the restroom where I stripped my clothes and stepped onto my scale—my scale, a horrible friend to me, one that never tells me what I want to hear, but who I have a hard time letting go of.

Sometime in the next few moments, as I pulled my shorts back up my legs and tugged my shirt over my head and down my shoulders, I had this feeling of, “Whatever, who the crap even cares.”

A few days later when I was cuddled on the couch checking Twitter, I found a reminder from Heavenly Father written by my favorite writer, C.Jane Kendrick:

“In the other definition, weight loss trumps health. Weight loss never promised peace; in fact, for a lot of people it introduces an added measure of pressure. Exercise becomes a goal-oriented conquest, diet becomes an art of denial, and weight management turns into a crippling addiction. But a healthy body acceptance promotes peace and an increase of joy — it may actually be the best defense we have against obesity.

The only thing I hope to lose in this life is my fear of being me, body and spirit.”

So I rolled my Body off the couch and took it for a three mile walk around the neighborhood, sweat and discontent leaving my body with each exhale, peace and acceptance rushing in with every inhale of muggy Mississippi air.

And now I am calling this my Summer of Content.



-more on this?
-With my Summer of Content came a fresh blog look. Reminds me of watermelon—oh how I love thee watermelon!

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The Summer of Content (The Next Chapter of My Body Image Journey)


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