I have been pounding the pavement this week. Baby is put into the jogging stroller and mama starts pushing, uphills and downhills and so thankful for the occasional flat spot. I’m kicking my own ass in a very loving way.
You see, that was the problem. I stopped loving myself. I stopped being kind to myself. And then when I was trying to love myself and I quit smoking, I started hating myself for gaining weight. But I realized the other day that this is not about me, it is about my body and being kind to my body. My body works day in and day out, fighting off sickness, trying to reverse the bad things that I do to myself, trying to keep me healthy and alive. And I have continuously put bad things into my body, hated my body, despised my body, and hurt my body. And my body has still fought for me. So, when I quit smoking and Igained these 15 pounds, my body really did not mind. It was just so thankful that I quit smoking and that my lungs could breath and that it could stop focussing on lung health and move to others areas. I’m so sorry for what I have done to my body. It has been so good to me. I am not going to punish myself for this small weight loss, I am going to focus on overall health.
I am working on improving what I put into myself, how much of it I put in, and what I do to help my body. It really should not have to do it all by itself.