To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
Oscar Wilde
I was doing 180 pounds Dumbell Bench Press (90 pounds each hand) for my last Chest workout rep.
It has been a while I have been able to do 2/3 reps with that weight.
This time however, as I was holding those Dumbells on my lap before going all-in, a voice within screamed ‘Don’t you get it, this body is a temple. Respect her. Thank her. Bow if you have to. Freaking take care of her already.’
Well, I wasn’t sure what changed that evening when I had those train of thoughts pacing through my mind again and again.
Coming back to think of it, I believe because our mind can only make us want to take up that 180 pounds weight and when we are past the hesitation and pick that much amount of heaviness on us anyway, we’re all alone, we are all on our own and most importantly we solely and fully and only… only … and only rely on mere strength of our body.
When my grand mother passed away, I saw it all. Up close and I still vividly remember how vulnerable we can become when our body gives up on us.
Indeed. Our Body is a Temple.
You have to pray for her to be strong enough to beat the threshold you intend to put her through.
You have to nurture her with sleep, with essential nutrients and a delicate care.
And, next time when you decide to eat something or do things that is going to hurt her, think of moments when she did so much for you in your weakest, vulnerable days when you needed her the most.
That bench press.
That trust.
That loyalty.
My grand mother!
Namaste.