I don't know a single woman who loves her body. Most of us use the word "hate" more than anything else when describing any part of our anatomy. While my rear end has always had a little more "junk in the trunk" for my liking, luckily for me, my husband is an "ass" man. I've always had a reasonably small waist for my size, however. Then I had a son. Not only a son- but a nine pound, seven ounce son. I gained 66 pounds in my pregnancy. That was two years ago- and even though I've lost the weight- the proportions still seem to be a bit off. My stomach just looks- well- tired. So I decided to do something about it.

I think the entire world is taking the wrong approach to food and weight loss. Even the term ‘Weight loss" is negative. You have to "wait" and you are suffering a "loss". Think about it. Diet is even worse- "die-it" Terrible. I am vowing to take out these words from my vocabulary. I have also stopped thinking of food as an inconvenience that makes my ass grow. I believe that our thoughts and attitude can affect our physical bodies. Energy is everywhere- so why would our bodies be any different? I now thank every piece of food that enters my body, because it is fuel. "Thank you for the bowl of cereal I am about to have for breakfast. May it nourish me, digest easily, and know how grateful I am to be eating it.." By doing this, I literally eat less. It's funny- but when you're happy to be eating, you eat more slowly. As I "thank" the piece of cheese that I slice before putting it on a cracker, I find that I eat less because I'm no longer on auto-pilot.

Rather than looking at my stomach with loathe and anger- I literally smile and thank it every morning... "Thank you for giving me a healthy son! Thank you for the cushioning you provided to get him here safely." Then I give it a loving "pat" and sometimes make my belly button talk back to me with a quick, "your welcome..."

I am also doing kundalini twists to get the energy moving in my mid section. This is literally standing with your feet shoulder width apart, and twisting from left to right with your arms extended. I do 50 twists standing up, and 200 twists sitting on the floor with my legs Indian Style. I took a video at the beginning of this experiment. I will post it when I can figure out how to work my camera.

So far, I have been doing this for 2 weeks- and I literally notice inches gone. I also notice that I can eat anything I want, and I don't over eat because I have a different mentality about foods that I love. Have a bite here, and a bite there- and there's no longer the "forbidden fruit" mentality about pizza or french fries. The more I put a label on certain foods as "bad"- the more difficulty I have digesting it. The more I "thank" for giving me energy- the more satisfied I become, and the less I feel I need to keep eating.

So- do I look like a dork putting my hands over my hamburger at the mall as I "thank" the cow for the nutrition that's about to enter my body? Totally. Do I care? A little bit. But if it means I feel better about the process, and gets me closer to having that taut tummy once again- I'm all over it.

I don't know a single woman who loves her body. Most of us use the word "hate" more than anything else when describing any part of our anatomy. While my rear end has always had a little more "junk in the trunk" for my liking, luckily for me, my husband is an "ass" man. I've always had a reasonably small waist for my size, however. Then I had a son. Not only a son- but a nine pound, seven ounce son. I gained 66 pounds in my pregnancy. That was two years ago- and even though I've lost the weight- the proportions still seem to be a bit off. My stomach just looks- well- tired. So I decided to do something about it.

I think the entire world is taking the wrong approach to food and weight loss. Even the term ‘Weight loss" is negative. You have to "wait" and you are suffering a "loss". Think about it. Diet is even worse- "die-it" Terrible. I am vowing to take out these words from my vocabulary. I have also stopped thinking of food as an inconvenience that makes my ass grow. I believe that our thoughts and attitude can affect our physical bodies. Energy is everywhere- so why would our bodies be any different? I now thank every piece of food that enters my body, because it is fuel. "Thank you for the bowl of cereal I am about to have for breakfast. May it nourish me, digest easily, and know how grateful I am to be eating it.." By doing this, I literally eat less. It's funny- but when you're happy to be eating, you eat more slowly. As I "thank" the piece of cheese that I slice before putting it on a cracker, I find that I eat less because I'm no longer on auto-pilot.

Rather than looking at my stomach with loathe and anger- I literally smile and thank it every morning... "Thank you for giving me a healthy son! Thank you for the cushioning you provided to get him here safely." Then I give it a loving "pat" and sometimes make my belly button talk back to me with a quick, "your welcome..."

I am also doing kundalini twists to get the energy moving in my mid section. This is literally standing with your feet shoulder width apart, and twisting from left to right with your arms extended. I do 50 twists standing up, and 200 twists sitting on the floor with my legs Indian Style. I took a video at the beginning of this experiment. I will post it when I can figure out how to work my camera.

So far, I have been doing this for 2 weeks- and I literally notice inches gone. I also notice that I can eat anything I want, and I don't over eat because I have a different mentality about foods that I love. Have a bite here, and a bite there- and there's no longer the "forbidden fruit" mentality about pizza or french fries. The more I put a label on certain foods as "bad"- the more difficulty I have digesting it. The more I "thank" for giving me energy- the more satisfied I become, and the less I feel I need to keep eating.

So- do I look like a dork putting my hands over my hamburger at the mall as I "thank" the cow for the nutrition that's about to enter my body? Totally. Do I care? A little bit. But if it means I feel better about the process, and gets me closer to having that taut tummy once again- I'm all over it.