I’ll never be accused of having a manly body.
My mom told me growing up that I had girly legs. I wasn’t offended by this observation because I couldn’t disagree. Why duck from the truth?
One of the things I’m working on these days is the body.
Part 1 is here: Living Inside-to-out
Part 2 is here: Black Theology
This post: Every few weeks I’m forced to count calories for awhile to keep my weight under control.
You who know me laugh. “Skinny!” you say.
Right. But just a few extra pounds on a beanpole (me) have nowhere to hide.
Why I do it:
- To steward the particular body the Lord gave me.
- To curb the appetite.
- To give Sharon my best.
- Better golf!
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You’re a man.
You have a body.
Thus you must have a manly body.
(Is this not true?)
Man body or manly body? Haha.
I accept what the Lord gave me.