By Jean Tinder – Shaumbra Magazine Editor
Published in the April 2014 Shaumbra Magazine
A few weeks ago I had one of those epiphanies where you actually get something they’ve been telling us for years. It happened like this.
As I’ve mentioned occasionally, one of the challenges I haven’t figured out (yet) is the extra weight my body carries around. I’ve been able to force some pounds off a couple times through a very strict regimen (and oh, it felt so good afterward!) but they always creep back. It has baffled me because if most people ate like I do – lots of fresh, unprocessed, organic food that I cook myself, hardly any sugar, no junk food, etc. – they would be in excellent shape! But my body doesn’t seem to know that. It seems to have a “set point” that it returns to no matter what I eat or how much I exercise. Oh, and it’s not about lack of acceptance or vanity either. I adore this vessel I live in and treat it well, and I don’t give a hoot what other people think. It just seems to be stuck at “bigger” than what is comfortable for me.
A few weeks ago, after discovering yet another pound had crept back on, I stood in the shower puzzling about it all when a series of thoughts drifted through. “Maybe I should go see a doctor and get my hormone levels checked. Then I’ll know what’s wrong and can just tell my body to fix it!” followed immediately by “Well then why even bother with a doctor? My body can just fix it now!”
Turning my full attention to this wonderful physical self, I instructed her to “Stop packing on the weight and let go of what I don’t need!” And just as quickly my body retorted – “But look what I have to work with!”
She showed me an image of my body “matrix,” the energy pattern or template upon which the physical body is built. And guess what? It looks just like my mother’s body, which looks just like my grandmother’s body, and probably her mother’s body too – which could very well have been my previous body. (Nothing wrong with my mother’s body of course, it’s just not what I choose.) It was a “face palm” moment, a “Well, duh!!” moment. No matter how hard I tried to change it, my dear physical self was doggedly adhering to the template I’d already accepted as my own.
Then I saw another image that illustrated exactly how it works. Continue reading