I am thrilled to present an inspirational post from Cora Poage – the Owner of Sexy Soul Wellness. She is a Board Certified Wellness Coach and will be receiving an MD in Spiritual Psychology in August. Cora’s specialty is guiding her clients in co-manifesting the body AND life of their dreams through intuitive eating, exercising, and living. She guarantees that her clients love their bodies, own their power, and live their dreams. She is also a guest teacher for her Alma mater, the Institute of Integrative Nutrition, where she leads classes on Soul Centered Coaching and Business.
Cora spent her late teens and early 20’s struggling with a diet and weight control addiction. Her dream and passion is to assist other people in finding freedom from weight and body concerns. For more information on loving your body, tapping into your power and living your dreams, you can visit her at sexysoulwellness.com.
Recently, I heard a loud commotion break out in the locker room of my gym. Women were speaking to one another anxiously and with intensity.
“Oh that almost just demolished my day,” I heard one woman share.
“I know. I’m not sure how I would have made it through the rest of my work out,” another voice contributed.
What was going on? I wondered. Had some famous leader been assassinated? What natural catastrophe had occurred and where?
It was then that I realized they were gathered around the locker room Scale. Joining the throngs, I asked what had occurred.
“Oh, the scale is about five pounds off. On the heavy side,” someone shared with me. “Thankfully, Elaine figured it out. We were dying thinking we had gained all this weight!”
I started to move into judgment. You mean a defective scale caused all this drama? A few pounds would have been life shattering? I felt myself feeling rather superior because I didn’t use a scale to measure MY worth.
Then I took a deep breath and recalled WHY I choose not to weigh myself. For years, I had been completely obsessed with my weight. I weighed myself multiple times a day. If the number stayed the same or dropped, I felt pretty good and able to face the world. If the number increased at all I was mortified. I allowed the number on the scale to completely define my worth.
Finally, I reached a point where I was tired of giving my power away to a metal inanimate object. So I let go of my addiction. The only way for me to do this was to go cold turkey.
This was very difficult at first. I can still relate to the women in the locker room and their intense fear of weight gain, their choice to connect their worth to a number. However, when I let go of the illusion of controlling my weight, and surrendered to my bodies natural way of Being, I felt, well…Free.
My friend’s mom bought her a special kind of scale. When someone stands on it, the scale does not present a number. It reads: Gorgeous, Fabulous, or Stunning.
What would happen if I replaced my gym’s scale with this one? Would there be a commotion? Would the women complain? Would their days be destroyed?
Or would they look at each other and smile knowingly, recognizing the Truth that has been imprinted on our hearts since the day we were born. That we are all gorgeous, beautiful, and worthy, no matter what number appears on the scale. I think they would walk out of the gym that day, feeling, well…Free.
Or would they breathe a sigh of relief? Would they learn to accept the magnificence of their body, mind, and Soul? Would they look in the mirror and finally Love what the see?