|Hey, Belly, you wanna hang out? Oh, literally? That's OK, too.|
'i look horrible,' I remember telling Chris right before I had this epiphany. I don't usually vocalize those thoughts, but I figured I should acknowledge my lack of sweatfests.
'Absolutely not!' he retorted. 'You're gorgeous.'
Well, I chose to believe it. And, after some thought (or getting rid of thought), I am inspired to KNOW it.
I find myself more accepting of my body in this moment than when I was CrossFitting three times a week. I guess maybe since I've taken myself out of the spotlight of the gym, I've settled into it, and parted ways on some level with judgement. Like, I have this impossibly cute, little belly right now that I've decided to become friends with. I touch it and rub it and let it stick out. And it's not that I'm letting myself go - I have been conscious of my food - but I am giving my body the rest that (I guess) it is demanding. August and September were incredibly intense (marriage, new house, travel, taking on new responsibility, resolving family issues, etc.) So, sometimes, we get a break.
Tonight, I did attend a power yoga sesh, but still, I see no treadmills for me in the near future.
I have this feeling that maybe my body's preparing me for a future event, that may require me to devote less time to myself...
Whatever it is, I choose to accept my beautiful, one of a kind body in the mean time. It's the only one I've got, and we better get along for the long haul.