“What the hell, why am I so gross and fat?!” “I’m such a disgusting slob. I’m never going to lose this weight” “You should be ashamed of yourself. Just stop stuffing your face, it’s not that hard. You’re just lazy” This is what I used to say to myself when I looked in the mirror. Not just once in a awhile, but every single time. Every single time I looked in a mirror I talked sh%t to myself. And I was mean, really really mean. I said words I would never say to anyone else. I’m way too nice for that. Continue Reading
Archives for Body Image
Lose weight or release weight? Is there a difference?
I’ve spent countless hours trying to lose weight. To the point where the words “lose weight” are like nails on a chalkboard to me. It conjures up images of diet food, restriction, extreme exercise, sadness and shame. When I would fail at losing weight, I would be ashamed of myself and my lack of willpower. Energetically these words together make me constrict. Let’s see how your body responds to the following statements: Take 3 nice deep breaths in first so you can get really centered and grounded. Now place your hands on your heart and say this a few times Continue Reading
Do you listen to your body? Or have you forgotten how?
Do you listen to your body? Or have you forgotten how? When we were little girls, life was simple. We ate when we were hungry, cried when we got hurt, and slept when we were tired. We even played when we felt playful, sang when we were happy and hugged when we loved someone. We didn’t care what our bodies looked like, we didn’t care if our hair was brushed or if our clothes matched. Somewhere along the way we stopped being this way. Suddenly we worried about the size of our thighs, and our tummies. We got told not Continue Reading
You are NOT a number!
You’ve probably heard this a million times. The scale does not define your self worth. It’s really really honestly true. Your scales a liar. For many years I let my scale do just that. I allowed it to tell me if today was a good, or bad, or really, really bad day. A low number – hooray! great day! But a high number – a bad I’m-not-worthy-of-living kind of day. It was almost like my scale was taunting me. “Step on me..I’m your friend…I love you” and then BAM, the number was higher than yesterday. My scale was a LIAR! Continue Reading