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My body is a temple. It’s not the quiet, reverent kind of temple, more the loud gospel singing (with perhaps a side of cult) temple. I eat well, in both senses of the word. I eat organic, whole grain, real food. Sometimes even out of my own garden. Occasionally I treat it to a massive bowl of hot buttered popcorn and a Manhattan. Sometimes a little red wine. I do actually eat an apple a day and really do think it keeps the Dr away. (Although, mostly because I hate going to the Dr.) I try to exercise. Occasionally. Wii Mario Cart racing is exercise right!? I take my vitamins (and now my wheat grass and royal jelly) and I try to occasionally get a massage or pedicure or a haircut. So yes, I take care of it.
A post on Scary Mommy last week made me start thinking. If those people disrespect their body to the point to resembling the characters in Wall-E, why can’t I do with my body what I want?