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Recently I read a tweet that said, "Taking 1 Corinthians 6:18-20 pretty hard lately. Call it conviction. Treated my body like a barn and God is reminding me its a temple." That one made me think pretty hard. Like most women, I have a love/hate relationship with my body. My convictions to do this or that come and go. Some stick and some don't. I recently heard a presentation about healthy eating and I would like to find ways to eat healthier this summer that fit into our schedule. We'll see if I get that done. In the mean time, I'm trying to pay closer attention to how much I eat. The other night, just a day or two after seeing the tweet, we had pork chops, baked potatoes, and green beans. Drew fixed me 2 thin pork chops to go with the baked potato and green beans. I chose to put back one pork chop. My baked potato, a vegetable, was the biggest thing I ate. I have been drinking twice as much water as usual. With my Spanish PE, I am working out more. I am attending Zumba at church once a week. AND probably most importantly, I'm enjoying the physical activity. I know that these little things will lead to being more healthy.
Another gain I have made, I am comfortable with the fact that I have curves. I can sit up straight and walk with my shoulders back because I have curves and I like them. There have been generations of women with curves and normal sized that appeared in paintings of the masters, like in the Renaissance and Baroque periods. Even in Neo-Classicism and Romanticism show curvy normal sized women. The modern ideal of beauty is incompatible with the generations of artists and societal norms that have come before me. I choose to follow the generations before me. 100 years ago all the plucking and shaving wasn't heard of (not that I'm saying I quit that), so why do I need to stress to fit in to all these new rules? These are the facts I am working to live out every day.
But the other day after I ate more vegetables than meat and after I exercised and after I drank extra water, I took a bath. And while slouching in the bathtub, I worry that I don't look healthy. I worry that I'm treating my body like a barn because I have a roll or two when I slouch. After all the good decisions, I made I worry that I'm not healthy and I'm letting God down because of it.
I stopped and took an assessment of the day and realized that was a lie from Satan. As such, I will ignore it! I will keep working and keep believing in my beauty. I'm going to measure success in happiness and not in clothing sizes.