My body is not perfect. It never will be. Beyond the trite “no one is perfect” thing, my body has been through a lot. It grew a human being (a sassy one at that). It’s been starved. Pushed. Pulled. Hated. Loved. But it’s still carried me through so much life. It’s proven its strength in marathons and 100 mile races. Up mountains and across deserts. This body has proven that no matter how much I thought it wasn’t good enough, it was. It always has been.
And that’s amazing!
That being said, I want to live a healthy life. I seek to improve my outlook on my body and my health. Not for perfect abs. But for a stomach that laughs deeply. Arms that carry love. Legs that journey forward. A body of a life well lived. A body that sometimes has that cake. But tries to get its full of veggies. A body that is strong and soft and loving and kind. And a mind to match.
I have lost weight. My transition to a plant based diet and a focus on complete nutrition has helped (thanks @clevcrew). I don’t feel deprived. It fuels my running. And I’m happy with the work I’ve done. Again, it’s not perfect. I am not perfect. But there is beauty in the journey.