revolution

Outside the gym I went to today (first time in over a year?!) was a great peice of stencilled graffiti with what looked like Pres Obama and text stating (sic) "Start a revolution, stop hating your body!" got me thinking yes.... was I going to work out my stress, anger and frustrations in the gym, work off my fat wobbly bits that don't fit into my clothes anymore because I hate it? Do you?

On consideration, and after a few hours of sweating (gym) sweating (sauna) swimming (a little) I feel relaxed, healthy, in touch with my physical needs, calm and happy that my body is starting again to look and feel as supple and healthy as it did when I was 17. (I have been eating porridge for breakfast for a few winter months, cuting out the crapola, drinking lots of health teas, quit smoking and drinking through acupuncture and started doing Cher Fitness videos in the house again, as well as eating mostly home made or fresh healthy food, rather than chowing down on takeaways and pizzas all weekend, it wasn't one session in the gym that made the transformation) ...so did I do it because I hate my body? Au contraire mon amie, but because I LOVE my body! I am taking care of it, reminding it how to work at its optimum, to generate energy from appropriate fuel, to be in balance, is this not love? So it hurts a little to do that last set of crunches, or those last few repetition sof the killer inner thigh reps, but those endorphins make up for it, and I feel great. Ilove my body, and we 'll be doing it all again next week. Better for my mental and physical health than a night out collecting liver disease, bruises, halitosis, throat cancer and agro. Oh yes...