In the interest of self love.
Oh not THAT kind of self love.
Okay, so here it is, because I know I've been burdening myself with it, along with making a lot of unwanted remarks about it. I am not happy with my physical self right now. Well, the good news is that it's all absolutely alterable. Yes, I want to lose some weight, definitely. Okay, been there, done that, will do it again, increase the mileage. But it's hard when you have no idea how you let it creep up like that. Ugh. No me gusta. I just hate the road back. I discourage easily. Oh, and I should never have cut my hair. So that said... Chelsea emailed me once, and she was talking about things she liked about herself, in a way to encourage me to do the same for myself. So I'm doing it. So, if you don't want to read all the things I like about myself... then stop here. Here. I mean it!! Because it's going to get really self absorbed here for a bit.
Where to begin, because there are things, physical and otherwise that I love about myself. I guess I should start with the physical, since that is where I am most apt to tear myself down.
I think my absolute hands down favorite physical feature is my eyes. I think they are a lot of people's favorite feature of mine, but absolutely mine. I love my eyes... expressive, I guess, and pretty. I hear it a lot, I believe it always. I also like my little, slightly pointy ears. They are absurdly small, as ears can go... and I like them... I love the scar on my knee. It's new... but it's kind of a reminder, that never fades, of how hardcore I can be, when I put my mind to it. To that end, I also like my c-section scar... that is also a testament to what I can do (bring human life into the world... yeah, it sounds awesome when you put it that way.). I like permament reminders of what I am capable of, when I am feeling weakness and struggling with my own strength of spirit. I also like that I don't have skinny chicken legs. Sometimes I wish I did, but I'm pretty dang strong, and even if I could use a little more toning and some more hills and miles... I like it... I guess I have to tie my physical attributes into what purpose they serve in my life, to remind me to love them. So I love my legs because I'm freaking strong, and if I had to leg wrestle anyone, I could completely take them out! I've got a total lower body powerhouse thing happening here. I also like my wrists. I couldn't tell you why. I just do. I love the dimple in my chin, which wasn't always the case, but it connects me to my family. I inherited it from my dad, and Ben has gotten it from me... so I love it, because it is like my permanent connection to being an Eschenbacher, if I ever become anything else. I love my smile... because more often, I hear that I look like my grandma Jean. I absolutely love hearing that I look like her. I will never complain about any comparison to grandma Jean. She was amazing.
This is kind of odd... I mean, I feel weird and conceited when I'm talking about myself like this... so for now, I'm going to stop... but it's a reminder to myself I guess, that I do love things about me. And it's a reminder to those out there who are frustrated with my seemingly skewed perception of myself that I really do have a grasp, and I will slowly work my way back, and it's less about how I look than the mileage I'm missing out on.
It's amazing what running can do for my mind.
More mileage!!! :)
Okay, so here it is, because I know I've been burdening myself with it, along with making a lot of unwanted remarks about it. I am not happy with my physical self right now. Well, the good news is that it's all absolutely alterable. Yes, I want to lose some weight, definitely. Okay, been there, done that, will do it again, increase the mileage. But it's hard when you have no idea how you let it creep up like that. Ugh. No me gusta. I just hate the road back. I discourage easily. Oh, and I should never have cut my hair. So that said... Chelsea emailed me once, and she was talking about things she liked about herself, in a way to encourage me to do the same for myself. So I'm doing it. So, if you don't want to read all the things I like about myself... then stop here. Here. I mean it!! Because it's going to get really self absorbed here for a bit.
Where to begin, because there are things, physical and otherwise that I love about myself. I guess I should start with the physical, since that is where I am most apt to tear myself down.
I think my absolute hands down favorite physical feature is my eyes. I think they are a lot of people's favorite feature of mine, but absolutely mine. I love my eyes... expressive, I guess, and pretty. I hear it a lot, I believe it always. I also like my little, slightly pointy ears. They are absurdly small, as ears can go... and I like them... I love the scar on my knee. It's new... but it's kind of a reminder, that never fades, of how hardcore I can be, when I put my mind to it. To that end, I also like my c-section scar... that is also a testament to what I can do (bring human life into the world... yeah, it sounds awesome when you put it that way.). I like permament reminders of what I am capable of, when I am feeling weakness and struggling with my own strength of spirit. I also like that I don't have skinny chicken legs. Sometimes I wish I did, but I'm pretty dang strong, and even if I could use a little more toning and some more hills and miles... I like it... I guess I have to tie my physical attributes into what purpose they serve in my life, to remind me to love them. So I love my legs because I'm freaking strong, and if I had to leg wrestle anyone, I could completely take them out! I've got a total lower body powerhouse thing happening here. I also like my wrists. I couldn't tell you why. I just do. I love the dimple in my chin, which wasn't always the case, but it connects me to my family. I inherited it from my dad, and Ben has gotten it from me... so I love it, because it is like my permanent connection to being an Eschenbacher, if I ever become anything else. I love my smile... because more often, I hear that I look like my grandma Jean. I absolutely love hearing that I look like her. I will never complain about any comparison to grandma Jean. She was amazing.
This is kind of odd... I mean, I feel weird and conceited when I'm talking about myself like this... so for now, I'm going to stop... but it's a reminder to myself I guess, that I do love things about me. And it's a reminder to those out there who are frustrated with my seemingly skewed perception of myself that I really do have a grasp, and I will slowly work my way back, and it's less about how I look than the mileage I'm missing out on.
It's amazing what running can do for my mind.
More mileage!!! :)