Read my sister’s newest blog post, I promise you’ll get something from it: “The number on the scale or the tag on my jeans is not indication of my value, or of the amount of love and care I am worth. The thought reminded me of 3 affirmation I had forgotten.
My body has its own strength and grace. My body is beautiful and I will love and nurture it. I accept and embrace myself.” -Jamila Gaskins
Today, I head back into the Crossfit box for the first time in many, many years. I had a lovely conversation with Mitch at Cirque School last week while I was sick in bed recovering from a horrible cold. The foundation for fun, active lifestyle is falling to place. This feels so much like the beginnings of a transformation that I briefly considered the idea of tracking my progress with photos. In the end having the dramatic before and after photos to post side by side. “Ooohing” and “aaahing” at the difference once I achieved my goal. I thought of it for a moment. A fleeting moment. The thought right after–no, the feeling right after one was of disappointment in myself. This celebration of the before and after felt like a disregard for and a devaluing of who I am and have been. And, in this case, I don’t know…
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