I am a day late and a dollar short with this because when I got home from work last night, I discovered that my Internet at home was out. As of this morning it was still out. I checked the telephone cord for telltale signs of bite marks and I found a few though not clear through the cord. So today I am going to get another very long telephone cord and hope it fixes it. He is lucky he is cute and furry because his taste for cords is not good.
Yesterday was National Love Your Body Day. They asked "Do you love what you see when you look in the mirror?" Honestly, yesterday I tried. I did. I tried keeping that side of me down but I failed for part of the day. I tried thinking of things I liked but they were all internal personality stuff or backhanded like I have good eyes but my face is ugly type of thoughts.
I am not sure where this came from. I was feeling relatively OK mood wise. I had a bad headache, the first in a while, and maybe that started it. When I don't feel good, my mind sort of follows.
I tried telling myself to stop it. I tried to stop the hate. Yes, I said hate, the opposite of love.It wasn't until I got home from work and decided that I was going to try to get into the 6:45 Zumba class at the gym that it started to disappear.
I survived my first Zumba class without having a heart attack or falling over myself. I wish I had inherited some of the Latin influences from my Mom but no, the only Italian part that came through was my talking with my hands. I was confused a lot of time but moved as best I could to the dancing. I completed it though and that made me feel a bit better.
I came home, worked on my knitting project and watched a PBS Independent Lens program about parking lot attendants in Charlottesville, VA (very good!) since the Internet was out and felt good. My hair was a wet mess after I got home and I was beet red from the exercise (I get that way after all exercise) but I was more forgiving of myself after Zumba.
My loving my body is a work in progress.