Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet this week. It’s been a big week, and it didn’t help that I was sick for most of it. I’m finally feeling like I’m back on the mend. Sometimes it’s just taking a break from it all, isn’t it. I have come back with a new spunk and a new drive.
This Sunday Sesh, I’ve decided to pull a couple of clips from people’s Exposed Movement posts that they’ve done in 2009 and 2010.
This is in lead up to Exposed Movement Week:
info is here about joining this year!
After this post I decided that I wanted to do something for myself, that shows who I really am. I can/could write all of the things which I hate about my body: wish I was stretch mark free, didn’t muffin-top, had a six pack. However, I have this body..in the stage that it’s in. I have to love it, accept it for what it is…and look forward to its positive changes.
From Cranky Fitness
A chest that can bench-press my trainer. Plus, it looks great in V-necks.A back that can lift anything. I mean *anything*. Need a steam locomotive moved? I’m game.A belly that, while soft and overlaid with a couple of inches (or more!) of fat, can do sixty V-ups with weights between both ankles and hands.
From Roni: Ronis Weigh
Maybe I’m being naive but I think this can work. I think this can make a difference. And as I write this with tears streaming down my face I know that this is what I needed to do for me.
I’m continuing to grow as a person and I’m learning to love myself more and more each day. I really do enjoy this journey I’m on for the things I’m learning. Also, I’m quite proud of myself for doing this!
From Miz: MizFitOnline
I feared that because many of you perceive me as “already fit” it might lessen my message of overall overwhelming thankfulness and appreciation for every single facet of my body.
The fact is it was only after I worked my way to this place of self-love that, suddenly, all else (including but not limited to the physique) fell into place.
I love my body.
My mind is quick.
My words are, more often than not, funny.
My heart is full of love. Both given and received.
My arms do so much. Hug. Hold. Comfort. Lift. Squeeze. Throw. Propel.
My hands hold, soothe, photograph, wipe away tears, tickle, type, wear a wedding ring, clap, create, wave. My hands are strong.
So looking at all these other amazing bloggers exposing themselves just made me proud. Proud to be in this community of wonderful people who support each other. Proud to be able to embrace my body as it is now, and not look at it as repulsive.Today, I celebrate my body. This body serves me well every day and I must serve it well in return. It helped me be mobile, even at my highest weight of 455 pounds. It helped me get through one 5K, then another impromptu 5K. It gets stronger every day, and has not given up despite a short life of having gained and lost 50+ pounds at a time. It lets me shake my money maker when a good song comes on, and has just been an overall trooper.
So, this is me — exposed.
That’s the outer me. Just like each of you, though, I am much more than what you see here.
I AM my legs. They are used for walking, for running, for kicking, and for playing.
I AM my smile. That feeling of joy from just tipping my cheek bones up, from the corners of my lips pointed skyward.
I AM my eyes. To see the beautiful sunsets. To see those I love — my wife, my kids, friends.
I AM my heart. Love. Connection. Feeling. Truth.
I AM me.
ALL I can say is that there are SOOO many more snippets that I’d love to add. There are SO many powerful posts. I never in A MILLION years thought that I’d EVER had any impact like this. I’m glad that so many people have found THEIR way to expose themselves. There are no rules.