I have hit bottom countless times when it comes to my weight, body image, ability to fit in jeans that are frustratingly two sizes too small.
The nerve of denim.
Yet another descent occured at work the other day. I work in a beautiful boutique with lots of pretty things, and guilded mirrors.
Somehow every time I turned around there was a reflection screaming...
"Have you seen the size of your #*!@X lately? What the &*(#@!!"
I went home pouting. Something had to change.
I pulled out my journal and starting writing without stopping, until I had come up with something new and awesome and mind blowing to bust me through the funk and decidely NOT JOYFUL images from the day.
Here's what I came up with:
Spend five minutes each day speaking the truth about how wonderful and amazing your body is. This is out loud people. Everything said must be a rave, and I know you can come up with five minutes of compliments. Your body has housed you, and moved you through your own unique life, and she deserves some credit.
This post is Part One, because I have been attending my own Crazy Praise sessions for three days, and I'm going to check back in after two weeks. Join me if you'd like. I'd love to know if this helps other people too.
In three days I'm already feeling better, about so many things. I'm worth spending time on. I joined Weight Watchers with friends, I'm running again, and the next time I see myself in a mirror, I'm going to say...
"Damn girl, you look good!"
This is going to work,