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I am reading a book by Van Praagh. I thought he had a really good quote

we can aply to IE.

" Everything that we have ever experienced in the physical world is inscribed in

our soul pattern. It is ironic, in a way. On earth we spend so much time

making sure our bodies look good and spend so little time on things that matter,

such as improving our relationships or being true to ourselves. After we die,

all effort we put into taking care of our bodies won't matter because they will

look great anyway. "

Hope you all get something out of this as I did. I don't know about you, but

I'm going to work on being true to myself. I really like that. And it's so

nice to know that in the long run, it doesn't matter what shape/size/weight we

are. How silly that it seems to be so important to this world.

Alana

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I really like that. Thanks for sharing!

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> I am reading a book by Van Praagh. I thought he had a really good quote

we can aply to IE.

>

> " Everything that we have ever experienced in the physical world is inscribed

in our soul pattern. It is ironic, in a way. On earth we spend so much time

making sure our bodies look good and spend so little time on things that matter,

such as improving our relationships or being true to ourselves. After we die,

all effort we put into taking care of our bodies won't matter because they will

look great anyway. "

>

> Hope you all get something out of this as I did. I don't know about you, but

I'm going to work on being true to myself. I really like that. And it's so

nice to know that in the long run, it doesn't matter what shape/size/weight we

are. How silly that it seems to be so important to this world.

> Alana

>

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I really love that quote. I'm not a religious person, but am turning to the

more spiritual in nature. It seems so ridiculous to be hung up on something so

completely irrelevent as my weight. If I love me, then nothing else matters.

If I see a hot babe staring back at me in the mirror, then all is well in my

world. Sometimes, when I'm feeling down on myself, I think 'I am a bright and

beautiful spiritual light experiencing the wonders of this world.' I instantly

feel washed in a feeling of elation.

I've been thinkig a lot about how we all create our own reality, and if we judge

ourselves constantly against some elusive, perfect cultural ideal, and find

ourselves always lacking, then that's the reality we create in our lives. If we

see ourselves as a perfect spiritual being, wonderfully and perfectly flawed so

as to experience a full, meaningful life, than that's what our life will look

like.

My mother-in-law, like so many of us, has always been obsessed with her weight.

I've actually never seen someone with the kind of willpower she has. She will

actually eat half an apple. She eats like a bird. She occasionally buys

chocolate, and then attempts to hide it from herself around her house. She

spends about 4 hours every day on her beauty regime. She did this even when she

lived alone, did not plan on leaving her house, and did not expect any company.

She places a lot of her value in her looks, even now at eighty. Her first

husband, my husband's father, left her around the time she turned fifty, for a

women in her early thirties (his secretary).

No matter how thin we are, no matter how hard we work to be beautiful, we're all

moving farther from the cultural ideal as we grow older. So why do we cling to

it so, and chase it around, and obsess about it. When we place our self worth

in how close we are to that ideal, that's what we project to others. I

certainly don't blame my mother-in-law for what her husband did to her. But I

do wonder if she had seen and celebrated her true beauty and loveliness as a

person, as a human being, as the her that doesn't change with time, I wonder if

her husband would have been able to see that, too. And even if he couldn't, I

do believe that she would certainly have had a much happier, fuller life.

I know that when I was having strife with my husband recently about his being

upset that I had gained weight a few years ago, my attitude towards me seemed to

make all the difference. I was angry, but at the same time, for the most part,

I really didn't take it personally. I saw it as his failing, not mine. I made

sure he knew that I loved myself and felt sexy just as I was. I talked through

his issues with him, but only about ways that he could move forward past his

issues, never about changing me. The conversation didn't end with any

resolution, aside from him getting the point that I loved me just as I was.

That seemed to transform him. Within no time he was hot to trot for me, and has

been since. I was astounded. It was a complete turnaround.

I think that self-esteem and love for myself feels more transfomative when it

comes from a place of spirituality. I feel mesmerized by the idea that it took

millions of years to create the body I'm experiencing this world in. There are

millions of years of evolution behind the necessity that I weigh the weight I

weigh in the environment that I've lived in. Part of that environment is the

years of self-inflicted famine I created for myself. I appreciate my body for

minimising the damage I could do to myself by protecting me with extra weight.

God knows how thin I would have dieted down to otherwise. I've been making a

point of thanking my fat and loving my fat for protecting me. I tell it, it's

fine to leave now, that I promise to take care of myself and respect my body

now.

My goal is to stay in that place of love. It's so easy to fall back into those

thoughts of criticing myself. I think it's partly just bad habit. I've been

really working on changing every critical thought to one of compliment and love

as others here have advised before. It really makes a big difference.

Just some long thouhts.

Sara

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Sara,This is awesome. Thank you for sharing this.Abby

 

I really love that quote. I'm not a religious person, but am turning to the more spiritual in nature. It seems so ridiculous to be hung up on something so completely irrelevent as my weight. If I love me, then nothing else matters. If I see a hot babe staring back at me in the mirror, then all is well in my world. Sometimes, when I'm feeling down on myself, I think 'I am a bright and beautiful spiritual light experiencing the wonders of this world.' I instantly feel washed in a feeling of elation.

I've been thinkig a lot about how we all create our own reality, and if we judge ourselves constantly against some elusive, perfect cultural ideal, and find ourselves always lacking, then that's the reality we create in our lives. If we see ourselves as a perfect spiritual being, wonderfully and perfectly flawed so as to experience a full, meaningful life, than that's what our life will look like.

My mother-in-law, like so many of us, has always been obsessed with her weight. I've actually never seen someone with the kind of willpower she has. She will actually eat half an apple. She eats like a bird. She occasionally buys chocolate, and then attempts to hide it from herself around her house. She spends about 4 hours every day on her beauty regime. She did this even when she lived alone, did not plan on leaving her house, and did not expect any company. She places a lot of her value in her looks, even now at eighty. Her first husband, my husband's father, left her around the time she turned fifty, for a women in her early thirties (his secretary).

No matter how thin we are, no matter how hard we work to be beautiful, we're all moving farther from the cultural ideal as we grow older. So why do we cling to it so, and chase it around, and obsess about it. When we place our self worth in how close we are to that ideal, that's what we project to others. I certainly don't blame my mother-in-law for what her husband did to her. But I do wonder if she had seen and celebrated her true beauty and loveliness as a person, as a human being, as the her that doesn't change with time, I wonder if her husband would have been able to see that, too. And even if he couldn't, I do believe that she would certainly have had a much happier, fuller life.

I know that when I was having strife with my husband recently about his being upset that I had gained weight a few years ago, my attitude towards me seemed to make all the difference. I was angry, but at the same time, for the most part, I really didn't take it personally. I saw it as his failing, not mine. I made sure he knew that I loved myself and felt sexy just as I was. I talked through his issues with him, but only about ways that he could move forward past his issues, never about changing me. The conversation didn't end with any resolution, aside from him getting the point that I loved me just as I was. That seemed to transform him. Within no time he was hot to trot for me, and has been since. I was astounded. It was a complete turnaround.

I think that self-esteem and love for myself feels more transfomative when it comes from a place of spirituality. I feel mesmerized by the idea that it took millions of years to create the body I'm experiencing this world in. There are millions of years of evolution behind the necessity that I weigh the weight I weigh in the environment that I've lived in. Part of that environment is the years of self-inflicted famine I created for myself. I appreciate my body for minimising the damage I could do to myself by protecting me with extra weight. God knows how thin I would have dieted down to otherwise. I've been making a point of thanking my fat and loving my fat for protecting me. I tell it, it's fine to leave now, that I promise to take care of myself and respect my body now.

My goal is to stay in that place of love. It's so easy to fall back into those thoughts of criticing myself. I think it's partly just bad habit. I've been really working on changing every critical thought to one of compliment and love as others here have advised before. It really makes a big difference.

Just some long thouhts.

Sara

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Sara,Something you said reminds me of an idea I've been thinking about and I keep hearing people say. That is confidence is what is makes people sexy. My husband wants me to be confident and show that confidence in my behavior. Confidence changes the perspective on weight/appearance. A woman can be above what is "culturally acceptable" and be totally sexy if she's confident. My diet beliefs say just the opposite: I can only be confident if I'm a certain #. And really when I am listening to my body and taking care of my emotions without food, I am confident. To: IntuitiveEating_Support From: saralouwho@...Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2009 17:20:26 +0000Subject: Re: ghQuote

I really love that quote. I'm not a religious person, but am turning to the more spiritual in nature. It seems so ridiculous to be hung up on something so completely irrelevent as my weight. If I love me, then nothing else matters. If I see a hot babe staring back at me in the mirror, then all is well in my world. Sometimes, when I'm feeling down on myself, I think 'I am a bright and beautiful spiritual light experiencing the wonders of this world.' I instantly feel washed in a feeling of elation.

I've been thinkig a lot about how we all create our own reality, and if we judge ourselves constantly against some elusive, perfect cultural ideal, and find ourselves always lacking, then that's the reality we create in our lives. If we see ourselves as a perfect spiritual being, wonderfully and perfectly flawed so as to experience a full, meaningful life, than that's what our life will look like.

My mother-in-law, like so many of us, has always been obsessed with her weight. I've actually never seen someone with the kind of willpower she has. She will actually eat half an apple. She eats like a bird. She occasionally buys chocolate, and then attempts to hide it from herself around her house. She spends about 4 hours every day on her beauty regime. She did this even when she lived alone, did not plan on leaving her house, and did not expect any company. She places a lot of her value in her looks, even now at eighty. Her first husband, my husband's father, left her around the time she turned fifty, for a women in her early thirties (his secretary).

No matter how thin we are, no matter how hard we work to be beautiful, we're all moving farther from the cultural ideal as we grow older. So why do we cling to it so, and chase it around, and obsess about it. When we place our self worth in how close we are to that ideal, that's what we project to others. I certainly don't blame my mother-in-law for what her husband did to her. But I do wonder if she had seen and celebrated her true beauty and loveliness as a person, as a human being, as the her that doesn't change with time, I wonder if her husband would have been able to see that, too. And even if he couldn't, I do believe that she would certainly have had a much happier, fuller life.

I know that when I was having strife with my husband recently about his being upset that I had gained weight a few years ago, my attitude towards me seemed to make all the difference. I was angry, but at the same time, for the most part, I really didn't take it personally. I saw it as his failing, not mine. I made sure he knew that I loved myself and felt sexy just as I was. I talked through his issues with him, but only about ways that he could move forward past his issues, never about changing me. The conversation didn't end with any resolution, aside from him getting the point that I loved me just as I was. That seemed to transform him. Within no time he was hot to trot for me, and has been since. I was astounded. It was a complete turnaround.

I think that self-esteem and love for myself feels more transfomative when it comes from a place of spirituality. I feel mesmerized by the idea that it took millions of years to create the body I'm experiencing this world in. There are millions of years of evolution behind the necessity that I weigh the weight I weigh in the environment that I've lived in. Part of that environment is the years of self-inflicted famine I created for myself. I appreciate my body for minimising the damage I could do to myself by protecting me with extra weight. God knows how thin I would have dieted down to otherwise. I've been making a point of thanking my fat and loving my fat for protecting me. I tell it, it's fine to leave now, that I promise to take care of myself and respect my body now.

My goal is to stay in that place of love. It's so easy to fall back into those thoughts of criticing myself. I think it's partly just bad habit. I've been really working on changing every critical thought to one of compliment and love as others here have advised before. It really makes a big difference.

Just some long thouhts.

Sara

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Thanks for sharing all of this, Sara. I love the part about how you changed your husband's issues with your weight be accepting yourself and your weight. I'm lucky that my fiance accepts me and is "hot to trot" for me even at the weight I'm at. I was not skinny when we started dating at about 175 lbs but at around 225 now I'm even heavier. I guess I have to be careful to not do the opposite of what you did and let me unacceptance of myself at this weight make him not accept me. On the same note, back in 1998, I dated a guy and was around 180 lbs at the start of our relationship. I put on about 20 lbs and started to make comments about my weight in front of him. He eventually told me that my weight increase didn't bother him but that if I kept drawing attention to it with my comments it might start

bothering him. Of course I never made another comment and am still careful about making comments. We should never draw people's attention to anything negative about ourselves. I learned something similar to this when I took a painting class. The instructor told us to never tell anyone what we didn't like about our paintings because he said they would never notice it until we pointed it out. I think the same is true for our flaws. My fiance once mentioned that he has a big nose and honestly, I never saw it until he told me. Now I notice it a lot more. It doesn't bother me but still, why do I need to focus on something negative :)SharonFrom: reflectionmommy

Subject: Re: ghQuoteTo: IntuitiveEating_Support Date: Friday, September 18, 2009, 1:20 PM

I really love that quote. I'm not a religious person, but am turning to the more spiritual in nature. It seems so ridiculous to be hung up on something so completely irrelevent as my weight. If I love me, then nothing else matters. If I see a hot babe staring back at me in the mirror, then all is well in my world. Sometimes, when I'm feeling down on myself, I think 'I am a bright and beautiful spiritual light experiencing the wonders of this world.' I instantly feel washed in a feeling of elation.

I've been thinkig a lot about how we all create our own reality, and if we judge ourselves constantly against some elusive, perfect cultural ideal, and find ourselves always lacking, then that's the reality we create in our lives. If we see ourselves as a perfect spiritual being, wonderfully and perfectly flawed so as to experience a full, meaningful life, than that's what our life will look like.

My mother-in-law, like so many of us, has always been obsessed with her weight. I've actually never seen someone with the kind of willpower she has. She will actually eat half an apple. She eats like a bird. She occasionally buys chocolate, and then attempts to hide it from herself around her house. She spends about 4 hours every day on her beauty regime. She did this even when she lived alone, did not plan on leaving her house, and did not expect any company. She places a lot of her value in her looks, even now at eighty. Her first husband, my husband's father, left her around the time she turned fifty, for a women in her early thirties (his secretary).

No matter how thin we are, no matter how hard we work to be beautiful, we're all moving farther from the cultural ideal as we grow older. So why do we cling to it so, and chase it around, and obsess about it. When we place our self worth in how close we are to that ideal, that's what we project to others. I certainly don't blame my mother-in-law for what her husband did to her. But I do wonder if she had seen and celebrated her true beauty and loveliness as a person, as a human being, as the her that doesn't change with time, I wonder if her husband would have been able to see that, too. And even if he couldn't, I do believe that she would certainly have had a much happier, fuller life.

I know that when I was having strife with my husband recently about his being upset that I had gained weight a few years ago, my attitude towards me seemed to make all the difference. I was angry, but at the same time, for the most part, I really didn't take it personally. I saw it as his failing, not mine. I made sure he knew that I loved myself and felt sexy just as I was. I talked through his issues with him, but only about ways that he could move forward past his issues, never about changing me. The conversation didn't end with any resolution, aside from him getting the point that I loved me just as I was. That seemed to transform him. Within no time he was hot to trot for me, and has been since. I was astounded. It was a complete turnaround.

I think that self-esteem and love for myself feels more transfomative when it comes from a place of spirituality. I feel mesmerized by the idea that it took millions of years to create the body I'm experiencing this world in. There are millions of years of evolution behind the necessity that I weigh the weight I weigh in the environment that I've lived in. Part of that environment is the years of self-inflicted famine I created for myself. I appreciate my body for minimising the damage I could do to myself by protecting me with extra weight. God knows how thin I would have dieted down to otherwise. I've been making a point of thanking my fat and loving my fat for protecting me. I tell it, it's fine to leave now, that I promise to take care of myself and respect my body now.

My goal is to stay in that place of love. It's so easy to fall back into those thoughts of criticing myself. I think it's partly just bad habit. I've been really working on changing every critical thought to one of compliment and love as others here have advised before. It really makes a big difference.

Just some long thouhts.

Sara

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Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerryFrom: Sharon Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:55:05 -0700 (PDT)To: <IntuitiveEating_Support >Subject: Re: Re: ghQuote Thanks for sharing all of this, Sara. I love the part about how you changed your husband's issues with your weight be accepting yourself and your weight. I'm lucky that my fiance accepts me and is "hot to trot" for me even at the weight I'm at. I was not skinny when we started dating at about 175 lbs but at around 225 now I'm even heavier. I guess I have to be careful to not do the opposite of what you did and let me unacceptance of myself at this weight make him not accept me. On the same note, back in 1998, I dated a guy and was around 180 lbs at the start of our relationship. I put on about 20 lbs and started to make comments about my weight in front of him. He eventually told me that my weight increase didn't bother him but that if I kept drawing attention to it with my comments it might start bothering him. Of course I never made another comment and am still careful about making comments. We should never draw people's attention to anything negative about ourselves. I learned something similar to this when I took a painting class. The instructor told us to never tell anyone what we didn't like about our paintings because he said they would never notice it until we pointed it out. I think the same is true for our flaws. My fiance once mentioned that he has a big nose and honestly, I never saw it until he told me. Now I notice it a lot more. It doesn't bother me but still, why do I need to focus on something negative :)SharonFrom: reflectionmommy <saralouwhocomcast (DOT) net>Subject: Re: ghQuoteTo: IntuitiveEating_Support Date: Friday, September 18, 2009, 1:20 PM I really love that quote. I'm not a religious person, but am turning to the more spiritual in nature. It seems so ridiculous to be hung up on something so completely irrelevent as my weight. If I love me, then nothing else matters. If I see a hot babe staring back at me in the mirror, then all is well in my world. Sometimes, when I'm feeling down on myself, I think 'I am a bright and beautiful spiritual light experiencing the wonders of this world.' I instantly feel washed in a feeling of elation. I've been thinkig a lot about how we all create our own reality, and if we judge ourselves constantly against some elusive, perfect cultural ideal, and find ourselves always lacking, then that's the reality we create in our lives. If we see ourselves as a perfect spiritual being, wonderfully and perfectly flawed so as to experience a full, meaningful life, than that's what our life will look like. My mother-in-law, like so many of us, has always been obsessed with her weight. I've actually never seen someone with the kind of willpower she has. She will actually eat half an apple. She eats like a bird. She occasionally buys chocolate, and then attempts to hide it from herself around her house. She spends about 4 hours every day on her beauty regime. She did this even when she lived alone, did not plan on leaving her house, and did not expect any company. She places a lot of her value in her looks, even now at eighty. Her first husband, my husband's father, left her around the time she turned fifty, for a women in her early thirties (his secretary). No matter how thin we are, no matter how hard we work to be beautiful, we're all moving farther from the cultural ideal as we grow older. So why do we cling to it so, and chase it around, and obsess about it. When we place our self worth in how close we are to that ideal, that's what we project to others. I certainly don't blame my mother-in-law for what her husband did to her. But I do wonder if she had seen and celebrated her true beauty and loveliness as a person, as a human being, as the her that doesn't change with time, I wonder if her husband would have been able to see that, too. And even if he couldn't, I do believe that she would certainly have had a much happier, fuller life. I know that when I was having strife with my husband recently about his being upset that I had gained weight a few years ago, my attitude towards me seemed to make all the difference. I was angry, but at the same time, for the most part, I really didn't take it personally. I saw it as his failing, not mine. I made sure he knew that I loved myself and felt sexy just as I was. I talked through his issues with him, but only about ways that he could move forward past his issues, never about changing me. The conversation didn't end with any resolution, aside from him getting the point that I loved me just as I was. That seemed to transform him. Within no time he was hot to trot for me, and has been since. I was astounded. It was a complete turnaround. I think that self-esteem and love for myself feels more transfomative when it comes from a place of spirituality. I feel mesmerized by the idea that it took millions of years to create the body I'm experiencing this world in. There are millions of years of evolution behind the necessity that I weigh the weight I weigh in the environment that I've lived in. Part of that environment is the years of self-inflicted famine I created for myself. I appreciate my body for minimising the damage I could do to myself by protecting me with extra weight. God knows how thin I would have dieted down to otherwise. I've been making a point of thanking my fat and loving my fat for protecting me. I tell it, it's fine to leave now, that I promise to take care of myself and respect my body now. My goal is to stay in that place of love. It's so easy to fall back into those thoughts of criticing myself. I think it's partly just bad habit. I've been really working on changing every critical thought to one of compliment and love as others here have advised before. It really makes a big difference. Just some long thouhts. Sara

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