A Love Letter to Me

Good morning!  In celebration of all things love {and I mean, what else is February known for!?!?…perhaps, Presidents’ Day?}, I decided to write a little love letter to my body.  What sparked this you might ask?  Well, this magazine cover that was posted on my Facebook feed.  Lots of drama surrounding this one!  I think she is quite pretty, but I do worry if she is healthy.  I don’t know her from Adam, and it is so not my job to judge her.  As a society, we have to think about the role models we put before our kids.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  Sports Illustrated is not where I hope kids look for role models {at least perhaps not in the swimsuit issue!}.  I’m quite sure there are other choices that don’t include scantily clad women gyrating and sighing in preview commercials.  What. the. world.  HOWEVER, we do need to be careful not to say that being unhealthy is okay.  Being unhealthy is something to be celebrated.  No matter your size or shape, the real test of beauty of a female body is that body in motion.  What can it do?  I hope this woman is fit enough to not get winded while she jogs with her dog a block.  I hope her cholesterol, blood sugar, and blood pressure levels are normal OR perhaps on the low end of normal.  I do not know ANYTHING about her medical history or state.  I do know that being overweight or obese is hard on your body.  Not only does it impact what you do, it impacts the hardworking organs inside you.  I don’t know about you, but I plan to be around for a long time.  I don’t want to let an extra 20 pounds wear out my body before my time.  So…


Article by US Weekly – Photo Courtesy of Its Website

Here we go!

Dear Me,

I just wanted to take the time and tell you a few things on my mind.  You have always been there for me when I need you.  You help me to be an energetic mom.  I can chase my kid for hours without becoming {too} winded. I scooped him up when he wasn’t listening and head to the road one time.  Granted there were no cars!  I still was able to sprint and scoop with relative ease.  You were with me while going through natural, medication-free labor, and I’m pretty sure you abs helped with how speedy everything worked!  Thank you feet.  Boy, I definitely put you through it!  Thank you for taking on 13.1 miles with me back in 2012 for my first {and only} to date half marathon.  Not to mention, you’ve gotten up and gone through cross country, track practice, late night college runs, and early morning cause there’s a baby at home runs!  I’ve gotten to rock climb with you, mountain bike, swim in the ocean, bay and pool with you.  You keep right on going!  This past spring/summer, I worked you really hard.  You helped me move boxes and furniture.  Can you believe we moved every last item out of our temporary apartment into our new home by ourselves {well, with the the Mr. too!}!?!?!?  Thank you.  I promise to continue to take good care of you.  I will try to put mostly healthy foods like fruits and veggies in you.  I’ll keep the chocolate to a minimum and keep on cutting out processed food as much as possible.  I know what you like and what you run best on.  I’ll exercise you to keep you ready for more adventures, but I’ll try not to over do it.  I’ll also make an effort to add more stretching.  It is so good for the mind, but I know you like it too.  You know I’ve been trying to do better with the sleep.  The Mr. was at fault last night.  I swear it wasn’t me wanting to get up at 3AM.  Poor guy has a cold and was being a noisy bedmate.  Once again, thank you.  I love you.  You do a great job!  Keep up the good work, and I’ll keep up the maintenance.



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