I get a massage almost every week no matter where I am, eat a healthy diet, schedule time alone, and if I get to a point where I feel I need a block of time...I'll cancel.-- Anne Wilson Schaef
Do we love and care for our body as well as we love and care for our home and car? Do we feel our body deserves full attention and a loving maintenance plan?

Taking our body for granted is easy because of its remarkable durability and regenerative power. We may get lulled into a false sense of "nine lives" body security, believing our physical being will fix itself no matter what.

Self-care takes time and priority planning to be successful. We may find we put off our exercise and nutritional needs saying, "Tomorrow I'll start taking better care of myself." But sooner or later tomorrow comes, and our body produces symptoms that demand attention.

Learning to love and nurture our body brings rewards without measure. We deserve to reap the benefits starting today.


Today let me realize that respect for my body builds a healing temple in which the rest of my life can grow. (Body, Mind and Spirit by Anonymous)

 I love having these Thoughts of the Day sent to my email box. They are very unreliable and don't show up daily, but the days they do show up they tend to apply to major themes in my life.

I've spent so many years not taking care of my body. I smoked for all of my adult life until last August. I'm overweight. I drank for so many years and also put just about every drug imaginable into my body for years.

It feels good at 46 to finally be putting an effort into my health. I found a VERY cheap gym last month called Planet Fitness which doesn't require a contract. It's hell, really it is (seriouslyyy lol) but I know it will bring good results. I do feel better mentally after leaving, even if I am not able to complete the full work up (I'm morbidly obese and need to lose 100 lbs) and it's a good activity for the teen and I to partake in. We are also attempting to make healthier food choices. We are not perfect, but we are putting forth an effort.

The depression situation is more and more frightening. My moods are cycling quickly, sometimes a few times a day. There have been some days the last week where giving up became an option, but luckily the commitment to the kid to get to the gym has kept me going.  I am really grateful for the ability to meet that commitment. Even when it feels like it's gonna kill me.

One more week until the psych appointment and I can get the med piece started. This is the missing piece to the situation and the beginning to recovery from this.

I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.