This is quick. Yesterday we landed in Cancun, Mexico, for our first ever sister-trip. We are staying in a tiny cheap hotel in the middle of the “action”, with no window to the action. Really. It’s a large closet. It couldn’t be any more like a movie about a group of college girls in Cancun on Spring Break.

Good tacos. Cheap buses to the beach. And we have a working AC unit – we have that going for us. And, though none came with the room, we can get bathroom towels if we ask for them when they aren’t all already being used by other guests.

And we are together. That is what I love. I love these women.

Let’s look back at yesterday’s post, Emotional Adulthood. I can’t stop talking about it. And the principle absolutely applies to our health. That’s why I want to use Brooke’s exact words today, for FRIDAY FITNESS AND HEALTH.

“When I was first trying to lose weight, and I was very angry that I couldn’t lose weight, and I was an emotional eater, I used to sign up for a diet plan. I signed up for all of them, so just imagine any of them. Ha ha.

Then I would become a complete emotional child. I would make the diet like my parent. I would be the child and I would get frustrated and rebel against the diet, like I was a child. I was like, ‘You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not going to eat that, and oh I did everything you said and I still gained weight. That’s your fault.’

I was not taking responsibility and I was feeling sorry for myself. I really wanted the diet to take care of me and make me happy and be responsible for what I ate.”

My child had a science fair project. And they wanted me to do the work for them, right? And when I didn’t do it the way they wanted it done, or when they didn’t like what they were expected to do to contribute, they would “rebel” or complain. And I was under the impression that if they failed, they would see it as my fault. And or course, if they won, it would be to their credit, right?

That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you can see that my child is in Emotional Childhood.

What about me? Where have I expected something outside of me to take care of me and make me happy, and give me results? I’ve never been a dieter. But I loved Brooke’s diet example! It blew my mind away, my friends.

Medication. A “magic pill”. This is what Emotional Childhood looks like: I want to eat what I want to eat, and stay up late watching Lost, and I want to do what I want to do, and then I want to be happy and healthy – that’s the pill’s job, that is the medicine’s responsibility. And sometimes it is. I believe there is a place for medication. Absolutely. Emotional Adulthood looks like me saying no to the pasta and yes to the vegetables. It looks like me going to be on time because I know it will help me deal with the pressures of day to day life. it looks like me getting outside, digging in the dirt or hiking that mountain, connecting with myself and nature and with God. It looks like me taking supplements from my doctor, and medicine from my doctor. I don’t want to abdicate my responsibility and my privilege to know my body and to read my body and to care for my body.

For me, personally, it’s my gut health. And it is my job to care for my gut and for my body, because no one has vested interest in my body the way I do. And, at this point in my life that looks like sleep, and exercise, and organic produce, and water – lots and lots of water.

Next DAY #115 SO WHAT

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