Love Yourself
06 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: drink water, good genes, love yourself, Obesity, sleep apnea, the biggest loser
I’m sitting here feeling kind of sad for our society tonight. After an experience I had today on an airplane, I felt bewildered at just how little self respect some people have. I find myself having a hard time being “politically correct” while deciding how to even start to write this blog. Let me start by saying a few things, I am a skinny girl, I used to just give total credit to my gene’s but the truth is they aren’t totally responsible. As a matter of fact I love my body, and I think that’s where it all starts. I don’t love it for the reasons you see many girls today loving their bodies (just scroll your facebook and look for pictures of girls in the bathroom taking pictures of themselves with their lips all puckered together wearing something typically less than appropriate for the www) No, thats not me. I love my body because its my vessel. I am grateful for what my body endures on a daily basis, I will forever be grateful for my body not giving up a few years ago when I was nearly killed by a horse, I am grateful for three healthy babies, I am grateful for the energy my body gives me. Sure I am lucky in some ways, I don’t have an affinity for junk food, I don’t consume much if any caffeine on a regular basis, I exercise, in general I make healthy choices for my body, and for my family. I have been active my entire life though as well, played sports, rode horses, and now I spend most of my days chasing my three wildly fast kids around! I admit sometimes I neglect myself in order to make sure everyone else is cared for, but seriously what mother doesn’t. I make up for it where I can.
To be honest for the longest time, (I just shared this with Kody on our recent little get-away), no not even for the longest time, let me rephrase to this VERY day, I live in fear that someday, some Dr. House of the world will discover that I am harboring some fat eating tape worm, they will remove it and every single Oreo I have ever consumed will immediately show up my my thighs and ass! OR it could just be another case of my relentless anxiety trying to send me to an early grave.
So back to the topic, why I find it so hard to bring up this subject is because I am skinny, and have never dealt with weight issues. Like almost everyone though I’ve dealt with self esteem/confidence issues at times in my life. Which and let me write in bold letters is the very basis of most people’s problems with weight. I watch “The Biggest Loser” and truly LOVE watching people transform themselves, and never, ever has there been a person on that show who wasn’t morbidly obese that didn’t have some sort of incident, or internalized emotion that has been pent up resulting directly in their eating habits, whether they were abused, molested, dumped, abandoned, lost a member of their family, they all have a story. I just don’t believe we come into this world with the mindset to abuse our bodies, we fall victim to it. Sure some people just become plain lazy, they eat unhealthy because its cheap, quick and easy. They choose not to exercise. The whole reason I even wanted to write this post though was because of what happened to me on our airplane ride home the other day. My husband had some business out of town and I decided to tag along since the weather was going to be so nice. We had a great time, being so relaxed we never thought about checking in for our flight we just made our way to the airport, sent our bags on their way, and proceeded to the gate. We realized then that we were in the last boarding group, we typically fly Southwest and if your familiar with them they have this stupid boarding procedure where they have everyone line up by group A, B, or C, and then in numerical order. It’s quite comical but thats for another post. Anyways, we realized we were group C and basically going to be the last people on the plane, we knew we wouldn’t likely find a seat together so we decided to take the first 2 seats available. After loading the plane the first seat was next to this very large woman and her very large husband so I decided I’d continue to the back. After I reached the back and realized that was the only seat left I made my way back to that seat. Damn it. I sit down, and by sit down I mean I literally wedged myself into the seat. The woman was sweating, breathing like an overworked horse, and the worst part of all was she was overflowing into my seat SO much in fact that we weren’t able to put the arm rest down. She literally was more then half in my seat. Her sweaty arm was rubbing up agains me the entire time, it got especially worse when she and her husband ate their 3 coarse self packed meal, downed her 2 cans of soda, and asked the flight attendant for triples of the “courtesy snack” TRIPLES. She then decided to naturally take a nap, which I didn’t need to be Dr. Oz to diagnose her sleep apnea (I am just as smart as any Dr.Oz though) She was snoring, snorting, she quit breathing at least 7 times, and quite frankly I am convinced she passed gas. I was on the verge of tears the entire time. Kody walked by to use the bathroom (gross) and threw his peanuts at me. (Kody likes to make immature references to his “nuts” on the airplane, such as “no thank you (to the flight attendant) I don’t want any nuts, however I am SURE my wife wants my nuts”, or “Here honey you can have my nuts, my nuts are your anytime you want” I could go on but I won’t) So as he proceeded to throw his nuts at me I gave him a look that I actually think might have scared him a little. The plane landed and I waited for Kody, the people next to me got their canes and got off the plane. The flight attendant came over and sat next to me and apologized profusely saying it should have been mandated that they buy 2 seats. I was furious, disgusted, and downright exhausted from holding myself in the position I had to for the whole flight.
When I get really heated about something Kody gives me 2 minutes of free bitching. After that he doesn’t like to see me so upset (or he just wants me to shut up) I am sure its the first one. He actually gave me a complimentary 2 minutes because he saw how upset I was. On the car ride home I realized sure, I was upset that these people were rude and ruined my trip home. However after that feeling passed I found myself sad, like I started the post. Sad because some people just simply don’t care. They don’t care about their bodies at all, no self respect what so ever. It broke my heart in a way, these people were cheating themselves of life. Of being healthy and feeling good, having energy and looking forward to their future. It starts with simple daily choices, drink water instead of pop, its cheaper, hell its free! Park further away at the store, walk the stairs.
Start loving yourself, you deserve it.
