Body Love. Day Dreaming.

Laundry. Nothing sexy or majestic about that. Monday is my laundry day and here I am at the very end of it trying to get the adult clothes put away before I crawl into bed. I put a little music on and enjoyed the solitude and peace. I let my mind wander while my hands were busy with a familiar task. This is actually a rare chance to day dream and allow my mind to disengage while still being completely useful.

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Body Love. Awe.

This wonderful body of mine has been the most requested and desired bed in my home for nearly seven years. Its popularity and desirability has more to do with the Momma love than with its size or shape, but this is one area where extra curves come in handy. There are times when I am impatient to get the sleeping babe out of my arms so I can go about “getting stuff done”. But my youngest is two and a half. In the not too distant future he won’t want to snuggle with Momma and snooze.

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Body Love. Pool.

Half way through the 31 day project. To celebrate I thought I would take some fabulous swimming photos. Unfortunately it just felt too risky to set my camera up on a tripod on the side of a pool full of boisterous little boys. And there was no way I was going to hand my phone over to a sopping wet child and ask him to take a picture. So I was left with a post swim dressing room selfie. I love swimming. I was involved in a community swim team in junior high and was a lifeguard in high school. Being in the water feels natural and comfortable; floating, spinning, and kicking through the water as if flying through space. I

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Body Love. Struggle.

Today I struggled. I struggled with the desire to just try another diet. Surely this one (which ever one) will work. I have tried just about every whole food ‘diet’ possible. I struggle with wanting to have results. I struggle with clothes being too tight. I struggle with struggling! Should I be struggling, isn’t that just as stressful as restriction? I don’t have any answers today. Just a lot of questions. But here is the truth of the moment. I can still love being me through the struggles. I don’t have to have everything figured out to be loved, especially by me. That leaves me with trying to have fun with my struggles, trying to reframe my questions and trying to find joy in this process.

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Body Love. Soccer Mom.

It has happened, I am a quintessential soccer mom. Lugging children and soccer balls from field to field, weaving together schedules and making sure the right child is at the right game at (approximately) the right time. I cheer like crazy. I learn the names of every child on the team and cheer for them too. I love the excitement. I love the silliness. I love watching the four year olds cheer even when the ball went in the wrong goal.

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