By Carla Foote
For
more than half of my life I have had an unfriendly relationship with my
body. Starting in adolescence, I tried to pretend that my body didn't
matter. After all, I was one of the
"smart" ones, so I didn't have to pay attention to my body. That's what
the "pretty" ones did. My emphasis on brains over beauty was reinforced
in high school, when I might get called for help on math homework but
not for a date.
When I would think of my body, it was in terms of shoulds - should exercise more, should eat better, shouldn't be sedentary.
I
have never used shoulds for my brain - should read more books, should
do more puzzles, should figure out more solutions. No need for
encouragement there, because I liked using my brain, but not my body.
And I was more likely to have to tell myself to stop reading to get onto
another activity than to tell myself to start reading.
I'm
not sure why I developed this unhealthy dichotomy between mind and
body, but I suspect that I'm not the only woman who has chosen one over
the other. What I have come to realize in the past few years is that
choice, and resulting dislike for myself, has been damaging not only to
my body, but also to my soul. Because I was created as a whole woman,
disliking part of my whole leaves scars.
Eighteen
months ago I decided I wanted to change my relationship with my body. I
was prompted by some medical news that forced me to look ahead and I
didn't like the direction I was headed as my body aged. So I decided to
like my body enough to care about it and invest energy in my physical
well-being. And the funny thing is, the more I liked my body as I
exercised it each day, the more I cared, and my body, mind and soul
responded by thriving under healthier choices.
Along
the way, I often wished that there was a magic pill that would be a
quick fix for the weak parts in my body, mind or soul, because that's
how we want solutions in our culture, now, without the long process. But
I do know that wholeness comes from liking how God created me - body,
mind and soul. And that redemption is a process, sometimes a long, slow
process.
For
my 54th birthday last weekend, I celebrated wholeness by hiking up a
mountain - a mountain I enjoyed climbing this year - and one I would
have hated and not been able to physically accomplish two years ago. I
hiked as whole as I know how - still in process - body, mind and soul.
No one part perfect, all in process of redemption. But from here on in
my journey, I am going to endeavor to live as if I like the package that
God created, not just one part. How about you? Smart, pretty, or whole?
Body, mind and soul?
Carla Foote is the FullFill blog manager, publishing manager at MOPS International and provides consulting on editorial strategy at www.FinePrintEdit.com. She now
enjoys walking every morning, along with periodic bike rides, hikes and
lap swimming. And she still loves sitting in a comfy chair and reading a
book or The Economist.
Thank you for this reminder and encouragment. Exactly what I needed as I embrace turning 41 this week. It truly is time to take care of the whole me.
ReplyDeleteLove this entry! Thanks for sharing, Carla!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on reaching the top! Great pic! And for enjoying new insights and greater balance in all areas of your life. Happy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteYes. Thank you for this reminder. I am turnig 53 next week and really needed this.
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