Sunday, May 1, 2011
Wasted Days and Wasted Nights
I'd be a remarkably accomplished woman if I had I gotten over obsession with my weight earlier in life. It's amazing how much time I filled with worrying over how much I weighed, what size clothing I wore, or whether I looked fat. I bring this up to simply remind us all that how we spend our days is truly how we spend our lives. If I had painted or drawn or sewed or danced or kayaked or walked or written or sung or basically done ANYTHING for the same number of years, I would be an expert. However, the time spent has left me with nothing. And I have no one but myself to blame. Bother.
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Oooooo, girlfriend... come on!! Such Truth! Yowza!! Thankyou thankyou.. learning to walk in this truth.
ReplyDeleteI read a little something recently that spoke about our obsession with dieting, and loathing ourselves...how it is a distraction and a possible coping/survival skill away from the pain that is just under the surface. almost like my little brains way of playing a game with itself so that it doesn't have to live and feel what is underneath. Interesting thought me thinks :)
Freedom and life to you.. Amy
Well, either the work I've done on my "pain just under the surface" (the decade's work on considerable pain) has begun to free me or somehow my brain has gotten tired of the game. Finally body shame has departed and I'm starting to really live. This "honoring my journey" stuff feels really good.
ReplyDeleteLove sharing truth with you, girl.
Love it!! ha!! Freedom freedom... how amazing it is! LOVES!
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