"Face your deficiencies and acknowledge them; but do not let them master you. Let them teach you patience, sweetness, insight." - Helen Keller
Even though I have always been overweight , I have nevertheless always tried to be active - either through hobbies such as dance (I participated in jazz classes for 13 years) or through exercise. As I grow older, however, my ability to pursue fitness in any manner becomes harder as I seem to be aging into a delapidated state of health (I am a chronic pain sufferer).
I have to tell you something; I have enough trouble motivating myself to exercise in spite of the pain I suffer with daly, without society constantly telling me that being 'fat' is synonymous with being inadequate (aka lazy), and that exercise best purpose is as a means to becoming thin versus as a pursuit to a qualitative health. This is insanity.
Through my many years of eating under the supervision of a renal dietician (renal refers to the kidney, and I suffer from kidney disease), I have come to see that one's weight does not necessarily determine well-being, and that exercise and eating healthfully are always beneficial, regardless of whether they cause weightloss.
The quest for body perfection is exhausting and unrelenting. We need to have self-compassion for ourselves. We need to acknowledge, accept and even embrace our 'limitations', and refrain from seeing them as personal failings and imperfections. We need to stop self-judging ourselves upon what we cannot do,, and we need to let go of our incessant and debilitating self-criticisms and become kind and loving and accepting of ourselves - ALL of ourselves.
I still battle those demons. I have not become perfect in deflecting society's measure of me. I am, however, doing better every day at calling a truce with my body. I am, however, doing better at accepting AND loving the woman who is reflected back in the mirror; and above all, I am doing better at telling society to fuck-off, because I am indeed fabulous - inside and out!
xo Jen
have a great day, and may it exceed your expectations
I have to tell you something; I have enough trouble motivating myself to exercise in spite of the pain I suffer with daly, without society constantly telling me that being 'fat' is synonymous with being inadequate (aka lazy), and that exercise best purpose is as a means to becoming thin versus as a pursuit to a qualitative health. This is insanity.
Through my many years of eating under the supervision of a renal dietician (renal refers to the kidney, and I suffer from kidney disease), I have come to see that one's weight does not necessarily determine well-being, and that exercise and eating healthfully are always beneficial, regardless of whether they cause weightloss.
The quest for body perfection is exhausting and unrelenting. We need to have self-compassion for ourselves. We need to acknowledge, accept and even embrace our 'limitations', and refrain from seeing them as personal failings and imperfections. We need to stop self-judging ourselves upon what we cannot do,, and we need to let go of our incessant and debilitating self-criticisms and become kind and loving and accepting of ourselves - ALL of ourselves.
I still battle those demons. I have not become perfect in deflecting society's measure of me. I am, however, doing better every day at calling a truce with my body. I am, however, doing better at accepting AND loving the woman who is reflected back in the mirror; and above all, I am doing better at telling society to fuck-off, because I am indeed fabulous - inside and out!
xo Jen
have a great day, and may it exceed your expectations
