As you click on that link there and remember the wonderousness of the saxophone, an instrument which is sadly silent in pop music these days, get ready for another God smack story. It happens to me ALL.THE.TIME.
I recently listened to a talk on body image and one of the things the person was saying was that it is important to accept and love your body (not just your "self", your "mind", your "I", your "ego", your "soul", but your BODY) the way it is right now. She suggested leaving little notes and affirmations for yourself where you can see them, as you internalize this message.
So, here is mine, perched in the corner of my bathroom mirror, both upstairs and downstairs:
Love the pajamas and glasses and messed up hair, and the view of my showerhead in the background. Sigh.
But, despite the fact that I'm wearing flannel pajamas over a camisole in AUGUST and complaining about my glasses being on and my messed up hairdo, I am trying to take this message into my conscious and unconscious mind. I really am okay. I really am okay just the way I am now. Of course, I don't believe that, but I think it bears repeating, so I will repeat it.
That's part 1 of the God smack.
Part 2 is this:
A central article in the current issues of Weight Watchers Magazine is all about how we talk badly about our bodies and hate the way we look and how this is both unhealthy, unkind, and counterproductive.
Part 3 is that I got an email from the lovely Heather K Jones, linking to her latest video, entitled "What To Do If You Hate Your Body." I have to listen to it again. Heather makes a lot of sense.
It's 1:18, dear Reader. Writing blog posts is evidently what I do when my husband is away. But I have to go download the dreaded Tess of the D'Urbervilles and get started on it for next month's book club. I vow to vanquish it this time, dear Reader. It's one of my least favorites and I've been assigned to read it at least twice in my life and, I think, have tried it on my own at least once. But the promise of a good book discussion and a night out with the ladies is a strong inducement.