Update on the “Love Your Body Challenge”…

To this day has never failed me

To this day has never failed me

I bet if asked you could create a grocery list of things you don’t like or would change about your body, I sure know that I can. When I first agreed to do this challenge I didn’t actually think that it was going to make a difference. I couldn’t have possibly been more wrong and I am only on Day 8. I should mention that I started this challenge late and I am doing it at my pace, but I will say that this challenge has been an eye opening and mind shifting experience so far.

Each day consists of a reason to love your body, a mantra and an action step. Take me less than 10 minutes a day to complete and I usually do it when I am drinking my morning coffee, so I am in fairly good spirits, despite not yet being fully caffeinated.

There are 2 reasons that have really stuck with me, Day 3, because it’s strong and Day 6, because it’s served you well. I have put my body through hell and back and I still wake up every morning with my body ticking away, ready to take on the world. I have stared death in the face, I survived several pacemaker implant surgeries, and my body…still ticking. I am the child that inherited the “clumsy genes” in my family, so I have survived and recovered from numerous accidents, broken bones, bumps and bruises, and my body…still ticking. My body has never failed me. Every time I think that my body can’t do something, like finish a 5k, I have Emilia and Taren pushing me, telling me it’s all in my head, and then I cross the finish line.

Color Me Rad 5K Oct. 2013. Finish line crossed!

Color Me Rad 5K Oct. 2013. Finish line crossed!

I am on Day 8 of this challenge and I have noticed that I am beginning to focus less and less on the grocery list of thinks I want to change and more and more on the respect, love and appreciation I want to start showing my body.  Both are going to be there, so why not spend a little more time focusing on all the amazing things my body has done for me and continues to do for me. This body gives me life, it has the ability to give others life, it has the ability to be as strong as I want to make it.

My body has served me well and continues to do so.

A Funeral…


You know when you have one of those cries, the really therapeutic ones. The one where your face is all red and puffy, and you had no idea it was human possible for your body to produce that much fluid and go through that much Kleenex, all the while wondering what is causing this.

That was me, last night. I was curled up on the couch watching TLC’s “The Little Couple” when it started.  In an effort to distract myself, I did the dishes, didn’t work, tears still flowed. I had a long hot shower, didn’t work, tears still flowed. Getting concerned about dehydration I started to drink some tea and I started to reflect on the day, to get to the source of the tears.

I received an email from Emilia, my trainer. It’s scary how well she knows me. She sent me a link with a request to do this challenge with her. Thinking it was some sort of run, obstacle course or fitness challenge I clicked on the link. Boy was I wrong! It was a “Love Your Body Challenge” (http://mollygalbraith.com/2014/03/im-baaaaaack/). I read the article and instantly started shaking my head with a forceful “Not in your life” motion. Now a reaction like that was quickly followed by a text to Emilia that said “I’m in.” Yesterday I sat down and began to answer the first 10 questions which really have you address how you feel, act, talk and respond to thoughts about your body. I wrote out in detail my responses to the questions. Some of the questions I have answered before and some of them I have previously avoided answering. I was 100% honest.

In addition, on Friday I spent some time with a guy friend that proceeded to have a conversation with me about my body, and why he liked it and why I didn’t. It was different having this conversation with a guy, from his perspective. It was a really, very difficult conversation to have. I have spent all my life telling myself that no guy will ever love my body, then to have a man sitting in front of me telling me he did…..

Now, it was all starting to make sense. I have been going through a lot of change over the last few months. My father passing away, leaving an old, comfortable, unhappy job for a better more exciting new one, facing life, taking charge, making changes, putting in an effort to view my life and the world from a newer, happier, brighter perspective. Taking on this challenge and taking the first step to start loving myself more than anything else. Last night was a funeral, putting to rest the destructive parts of me and working to embrace me, for everything that I am.

Join the challenge 🙂