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Me and the Big Guy Upstairs

Otherwise known as ‘Papa G’.

Tomorrow is the start of Lent and although I’m not the most Catholic of Catholics I still love Lent and Easter. I like new beginnings. (Hate endings, go figure.) Three years ago I decided that I was going to stop giving up things for Lent and instead researched what Lent was really about. (Giving up on giving up, typical backwards Allison.)

It’s about doing things to be closer to God and my faith. Now, I’m not going to go all hell-fire and brimstone on you. I just want to take this moment to say that I love Papa G. I do. I’m not ashamed that I love God and I think He’s a wise-guy. (In the sense of both being wise and being a jackass.) I may not go to church or read the Bible or even really actively pray. For me it’s more that I’m like “Ah, shit. I need help. Got any ideas good sir?” and then He trips me so that I fall into where I was meant to be.

We have a good friendship. I thank Him for all He’s done and prevented and for the fact that I’m still here and my family and friends are in good health and happy. We’re bros.

Three years ago it was about becoming a better me in order to thank Him for letting me be on this planet and in this ‘verse. I decided what better way than to stop being a miserable fatty and take care of the bod that the good God gave me.

Two years ago (after dropping 30 odd pounds.) I decided that it was time to pick up on some talents I have and nurture the gifts that the old guy gave me. I took up piano and singing lessons and tried to come out of my shell more. Meet new people, talk! Sing! Laugh! I needed alcohol to help me out sometimes, but I did it.

Last year it was all about busting out of my shell and doing something for the soul. Not faith related really, but more a routine check up on what’s blocking me from being my better self. So I took some chakra classes and figured some things out about myself. (Hello self conscious central. My voice was being muted and I bust through that like it was nobodies business. I’m still working on it though so don’t ask me to speak in public or spring new people on me without my going semi-mute.)

So this year what am I doing?

Should I do something for the heart? For the soul? For the mind? For my sexy sexy body?

Drum roll please.

This year I decided to treat my body like a temple instead of the trash can it’s become in the last year.

I see potential in my body every day and then I promptly eat something revolting that makes me feel like poo and I regret it immediately. Sabotage!!! I don’t know why I do it, maybe it’s because I’m literally making a fat shell so that I have a “reason” to not interact with other people. Who knows, maybe I’ll figure it out this Lent.

So this year I’m going to treat my body how it deserves. We’re going to exercise, eat so well I’ll turn into a rabbit, and by treating my body right the rest will follow. When I eat right and exercise I’m more confident in my movements, I’m more powerful in my voice, and I let people into my heart more because I’m just so fucking happy about where I’m headed. Then a little voice says “You stink” and I eat a poutine. Well not anymore you little fucker. Papa G and I are coming at you!!! (Am I annoying you with how much I’m calling God ‘Papa G’? Haha. Shall we try my other name for him? It’s G-Unite. Just so you know. Okay, that’s a lie, I just made that up. But that’s more obnoxious don’t you think? Haha.)

I’m going to treat myself like the champion I am.

Look out Lent. There’s a new sheriff in town.

I don’t know what that means, but I’m jazzed to start tomorrow. Haha

Constant vigilance!

 

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