I want to write about my experience with weight. It is a sore subject in our days. It is on everyone's mind. We all want to look and feel our best but somehow are never satisfied with the results. Frustration follows. Why after all that work is there still no noticeable improvement? I keep seeing the pictures of happy people on the internet and on the TV who have changed very noticeably, but me... I lost half a pound... and than gained 2. That is not cool!!! Why am I the only one in the world who doesn't seem to get it?
That was me 6 months ago. Things have changed for me since then. I have let go of 20 pounds and am still going. People started to notice, and ask me what I am doing. So I am sharing my secret.
I have tried very hard to lose weight for years. And every time I would have a child I would be left with new 20 pounds worth of souvenir that apparently was so precious to my body that no matter how hard I tried it just wouldn't let it go! until now.
I have to give a disclaimer here. I have 3 years ago successfully let go of 25 pounds and kept it off for a while using a weight loss system, but after a while it all came back plus some. And for 3 years since I have truly struggled.
So what has changed now? Let me back up a little. I have noticed through my life,that several times when my life started to look up, and I would be busy working toward something that was important to me, my weight would start melting. I thought that was interesting, but have dismissed it because every time as soon as the excitement ware off, my weight would climb right back to its comfortable place. This last year I have started studying and teaching Body Language. To understand why and how our body moves is fascinating, and comes with deeper awareness of how our body functions, and how our mind and brain works. So the more I learned the more I understood that the thoughts that go through our mind have the largest effect on what our body will do. Whether those thoughts are voiced or not, our body will act them out. So, let's say, as was my ritual before, I get up in the morning, see myself in the mirror and groan:
"grrr... why do I look so fat! I hate my body!"
sounds familiar? come on, admit it! most of us who are unhappy with the way we look can't look in a mirror without having something like that flash through our mind. And men, you are not an exception. I know however you try to appear, that you don't care how you look, you really go around worrying about that one chubby spot, that you are sure EVERYONE is staring at. Women, we all do that. even the most gorgeous ones go around sure that the only thing people notice is that one spot... that one flabby part.
And that is where the problem lies. You see, our bodies are run by our subconscious. and if the thoughts that are dominating are about what we don't like it will produce more of that. So the more you look in the mirror and hate that one chubby part the more chubby it will be.
So what can we do? Well, are you willing to try something wacky if it works?
Alright. Here it goes.
Learn to love your tummy. I first heard it from Kirk Duncan, the owner of 3 Key Elements, and thought that it was the silliest thing I have ever heard. but it worked for me, and I have taught it to a few people since and have seen changes in their life. Here is what he told us to do in his class: Stand in front of the mirror in the morning, and put a hand on your tummy. Rub it and tell it that you love it. And send the feelings of love into it.
You see, the area we call belly or tummy has inside a part of digestive system that is responsible for the absorption of the nutrients. If we send negative energy to it, it has a hard time digesting and we get more problems. On top of it, that is where we used to be connected to our mother before we were born, so the energy of creation is centered in that area as well. Sending good thoughts to all that will help your body feel safe and actually start letting go of the layers of protection it has accumulated. And the process shall begin.
I know it sounds too simple to be true, but what have you got to lose? Try it and keep it up for a while. You will see how great you will feel. For me amazing things started happening. My body now can actually feel when I have had enough to eat, and even if a desert is too much. I might take a bite of brownie and feel that it is not something I want. ( I got to admit the brownies have always been my weakness, ever since I first tried them :)
Your body is your friend. It wants to help you, it wants to be healthy as much as you do. Help it work with you!
In the end, I want to share something with you. I was in the class offered by 3 Key Elements, and we had a task to write a letter to our body or to a particular body part, and then write a response. Again, sounds wacky but it was an incredibly powerful experience. I wanted to share with you a letter that one young mother shared. She has told us that she chose to write a letter to her stomach and tell it how much she hated it for keeping her self conscious and for making her hide from the fun opportunities she could have had. Here is the response she got ( I have her permission to share it)
Dear Emily-
I know you hate me. It was never a secret. But it is not my fault that I am who I am. I am one part of many, and I did not create this alone. The mind decided what to eat and whether to exercise. The mouth craved it, and the mind obliged. The hands did all the dirty work. I feel just as restricted by them as you do by me. Yet you ignore my pleading and soon forget the pain. My needs are simple, and I don't need much. I want good foods, simple foods: Protein, grains, fruits, veggies and dairy, in their natural form. I don't want all the extras, the sugar and sweets. That is the Mouth, and I always get blamed. They get all the fun and I get all the hate, and aches, and pains. I wish you could see that we are a team. I want to be thin and fit and healthy too. But you and I can't do it alone. WE need the brain to be on our side, then we could do anything.
You loved me once, not too long ago, when it wasn't just me you held through the night. I felt those kicks too, and I grew when she grew. You loved me then, you called me beautiful. You showed me off and were not ashamed - even when the skin decided to move your stretchmarks past your belly button. You didn't care. Because we were a team, and you took care of me so could take care of her.we had a common goal, and we did amazing things together. Why can't we be like that again?
-Love,
your Tummy
by: Emily
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