January 4, 2010

Dear Body,

It is officially a new decade. This is the decade that you and I make peace. This will be our healthies decade ever. I'm so enjoying this new relationship we are working towards, and this adventure that we are on together.

I let you take several days off after Zumba. Because dang, girl, you must have been shaking what your momma gave you HARD. I could barely get you up and down the stairs for the next several days! But it felt good to have pushed it, didn't it? You're capable and ready to be pushed a little, to stretch and move and do the things you were designed to do.

Tonight was our first night of bootcamp. How can an insturctor so tiny and sweet and precious make us hurt so much? I'm proud of you for completing the whole class. I'm proud of me for not worrying about being laughed at for using 2-pound weights.

It feels better already to be drinking our water and eating healthier foods. I'm amazed that when I listen to you, you will tell me what you need. I'm flaburgasted that you rarely ask for candy and sweets. Occasionally you like a little frozen yogurt, or a small piece of chocolate, but not nearly as often as I was giving it to you. You want more protein and less carbs than I thought, as well. I certainly don't want to deprive you, so whatever you want, we'll have in moderation.

I really am proud of you. Thanks for being so patient and hanging in there with me. You're the best.

Love,

Dearie