all you need is love

i am begining to wonder if this english degree is not helping me. i have the ability to rationalize anything. as in, NOT working out. a walk or run today would have been so good for me and yet i was so busy doing other things that it just didnt happen.

did make good eating choices, and did stay in constant motion all dang day. except when watching the nutcracker...i do realize that was not a complete sentence. fyi.

i think at one point i was trying to love my body. its so fucking tricky. the key is to love your body and take care of it, but that is SO hard to do when you look at it and you see so many fucking flaws. which. honestly, sometimes i do see more than others. sometimes i am content. sometimes i am miserable. tricky tricky.

i do understand that i should NEVER hold my body to the standards that are present in the media.....but my own standards appear to being going up, as my age is inching higher. having another factor thrown in, the age factor, i feel like i am starting to look closer at things i never did.

the problem isnt just the size of my thighs anymore, its also the vericrose veins that are popping up, or if i have a double chin or not, but the little lines that are starting to appear around my eyes and mouth

NO WONDER plastic surgery is so popular. i get it. if you could fix something that is bugging you, why not? i have seriously thought about it. seriously. google images is ridiculously loaded with before and after pictures. its like, who wants to exercise, when you can pay some one to suck it out and shape you?

so back to square one. love my body. love it. unconditionally. every stretch mark, fat roll and dimple. its the only one i got, so i better take care of it, and that means LOVE it too.