Do you treat your body as a temple, to be honoured and revered?
Or is it your home, the space where you are comfortable, you keep it clean, well fed and give it enough sleep and exercise, but when the going gets tough you often let things slide?
Or do you see it as just a container, that doesn’t deserve your care or respect? You feed it rubbish, treat it badly and then feel bad about that but get stuck in a cycle of drowning out those feelings with bad food, alcohol or drugs?
Most of us are not in the body as a temple category. Modern life doesn’t really, in my view, allow for that.
I’m firmly in the body is my home category. I endeavour to eat well, get plenty of exercise and sleep well. My body occasionally fights me on the sleep issue. Naturally, I am a night owl but the day job requires me to be a lark, and sometimes come bedtime by body is not ready for rest. When this happens I meditate or give myself a Reiki treatment, that way I’m relaxing and my brain gets a much needed rest.
This wasn’t always the case though. There have been times when I treated my body appallingly. Usually when I was depressed, anxious or struggling in my relationship or job. Instead of acknowledging and processing those emotions, I either ate to subdue them or tried to exercise them away.
Now I try and catch myself before I let things slide, because I know it’s a slippery slope. I’ve learnt that how I treat my body, my physical form, effects how I feel emotionally and mentally and spiritually.
Because everything is ultimately connected to the body.