Last night, at my son's prompting, I saw the movie "Tree of Life." Beautiful piece of cinematic art that left me considering God, love, and release. I recommend it.
I could have taken the bus there, but the day was way beyond beautiful and I had the time to spare, so I walked the 2.4 miles there at a very leisurely Karen-ish pace (leisurely: 2.4 miles in an hour...no hurry, honey). Discovered (and fell in love with) parts of Chicago I hadn't yet seen. And relished the fact that getting out and moving is now a joy and a treat to me, not a chore or hardship. (And afterward, since I was a woman out alone in the big city in the middle of the night, I rode the bus home, cuz being responsible about safety is also part of loving this body, eh?)
Feasted on a spectacular salad before I went. Sweet potatoes on the side were definitely good enough to seem like a dessert.
I am learning: taking care of this body - loving it in a manner appropriate to the fact that God loves it first and better than I do - it's a lot more fun than I ever would have imagined.
And letting Him do the work in me? About a thousand times easier than mustering the will to "be a better person." Go God.