My Body

When we first moved here, I didn't realize that the master bathroom would cause me so much anguish. There are very large mirrors on three of the four walls. Now if I had a perfect body, maybe vanity would enjoy the sight. Alas.

Instead, I have found myself horrified, with expressions of, "Oh, my!" and "Yikes!" and "When did this happen?!"

So I did two things: 1. Started working out on a regular basis, and 2. Started ignoring the mirrors as much as possible.

The results: 1. Still no obvious changes, and 2. I'm trying to be very positive about my body.

I love my body because:

• I'm healthy. I am not overweight, I do not have pain, I do not have disabling diseases, in fact I rarely get sick at all; I try to get enough sleep, I try to eat well, and I try to exercise.
• Although back in the day I would have been a beggar of alms, I can easily correct my vision with glasses or contacts. I can hear, I can taste, I can smell, I can feel.
  
• I've never broken a bone or gotten hurt severely enough to be hospitalized.
• I can sing.
• I am smart, I have a healthy mind, and I have healthy relationships
• I can take care of my kids, and I can serve others.
• Although sometimes I have to dig down deep, I have lots of energy.

Of course I must give credit where credit is due: Heavenly Father gave me this body. Although I don't have complete control over my body, it's a pretty good one.