This morning as I was walking to the train, I noticed a woman doing the same. She had some sort of mobility issue, and the walk was clearly an effort for her. That got me thinking.
I love my body. It's not without it's share of issues. I've been heavier, and I've been skinnier. I have sleep apnea, pretty bad. Sometimes I have circulation issues, where if I sit for too long, my legs fall asleep. I'm slightly nearsighted, and used to be much worse, before I had LASIK. I'm very prone to sinus infections, too.
Yet my body is also amazing. I've run half marathons. I can swim an hour of breaststroke without stopping. When I need to, I can push my body to do more than my mind thinks it can.
For most of my life I didn't think I was an athlete, which turned out to be wrong. I'm glad I figured out that was so. Through will and hard work I was able to lose an enormous amount of weight and learn to run. Since then, I have put some back, which doesn't make me very happy.
But I understand something now I didn't before. No matter what weight I am, no matter what circumstances I'm dealing with, physically, mentally, emotionally, my body is right there with me, doing the best it can with whatever life throws at it. When I work it, it responds.
That is amazing. I'm grateful for my body.