Your body is a precious gift that should be properly nourished, cleansed, and kept free from harmful substances. By preserving the sanctity of your body, you keep it as a holy temple for your spirit.
“And the LORD God formed man [of] the dust of the ground, get paid for pictures of your body and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” Bible, Genesis 2:7
“If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple ye are.” Bible, 1Cor 3:17
“If anything is sacred the human body is sacred.” Walt Whitman, I Sing the Body Electric.
“For the body at best
Is a bundle of aches,
Longing for rest;
It cries when it wakes.” Edna St. Vincent Millay, Moriturus Buy mdma
Robert Lewis Stevenson is an example of a person living with his body. I realize that not everyone has a healthy body and that they have to compromise to meet their life’s objectives. Robert Lewis Stevenson died in the last decade of the nineteenth century at age forty-four.
One of the greatest writers of all time, he said that there was never a day in his life that he was not ill and that he felt strong enough to get out of bed. But he said that if he didn’t get up, nothing would be accomplished that day. So he got up and wrote the wonderful literature for young and old that will be enjoyed as long as man can pull a chair up to a lamp and read.
We don’t have to go back that far, do we? We have a young mother in our town who is horribly crippled and raising her children on her own. She is a beautiful creature with long black hair that drops down to her waste. I sometimes see her down by the town lake. Crutches in both hands and braces on her legs, she struggles to walk around the lake. I go up to her and ask her is she is okay. Can I take her back to her car? She gives me her beautiful smile and says, “I’m going to try and make it.”
Her picture was in the paper the other day. Habitat for Humanity is building her a house. She is so happy and what did she say? “I’m going to work on that house too.” And she will. Why? Because she has too, to achieve what she wants to get out life. (Note: I worked on her home and three others while living in Arizona. She lives in it today with her two children, a boy and a girl.)
Most of us have reasonably healthy bodies. We should be grateful to God for that. If people with terrible ailments press on in their lives despite the suffering, we should strive to use our bodies to help others. And that’s what we do, isn’t it? We go to work. We go shopping for groceries. We pack the kids in the car and take them off to school and sports activities. We are on the run all the time! And that is why we have to stop and think and ask ourselves, “Am I taking care of the body that God gave me? e-girlheaven Do I give my body enough rest? Do I give my body enough exercise?
Do I feed my body the right foods? Am I putting dangerous chemicals and drugs into my body?
When did I last have the doctor give me a checkup?”
We are what we eat, they say. And that’s what we like to do most, isn’t it? EAT! There are two problems here related to Quality and Quantity. You can eat all the carrots, lettuce, watermelon, and other such vegetables and fruits that you want without ill effects. Why? There are few calories, but lots of vitamins and minerals that you need.
You can’t eat all the meat, ice cream, cake, hamburgers, hot dogs, cheese, and such, without getting too much fat and too many calories.
Moderation is the key, isn’t it? Sure it is! If you eat lots of fruits and vegetables and much less meat, ice cream, cake, hamburgers, French fries, fried onion rings, etc., you will have more energy and vigor.
Many folks are overweight which leads to heart decease, diabetes and other ailments. To lose weight, I have to write down my daily intake of food item by item on a sheet of paper so that I don’t over do it. By doing that, I automatically say: “Hey! I’m eating too darn much.” When I first started doing this, aniioki I would count the calories and stopped when I reached my limit. I found this not necessary. Just jotting down the items slows me down.
We need exercise too. They say that we old folks need at least three thirty-minute exercise periods every week and that hefting a few weights can keep our muscles strong. I walk around the track at our high school pumping five pound weights.
Younger people get plenty of exercise, at least most of them, but they still need to watch what they eat.
Tired about me talking about Korea? Well, this isn’t one of my war stories. It’s a fact that the doctors working in aid stations and field hospitals in Korea, many who had served in WW II,
found that the arteries of the Korean GI’s were heavily laden with plaque. Much more than what the doctors saw in WW II. The reason was that those that went into W.W.II lived during the “kettle of beans” era of America called the Great Depression.
The diet was not HIGH FAT.
We ate a lot of vegetables. Our mother’s canned fruits and tomatoes. I remember carrying jars of fruit and vegetables down our basement steps until my arms dropped off.
Then came the hamburger era.
When the war brought money into the land of the poor, we went on a richer diet. We loved ice cream and hamburgers and hot dogs and French fries. When I was in high school and, even later after the Korean War, at the university, a good lunch was hamburgers with fries. I paid for it.
Years in industry, after I left teaching engineering at Iowa State University, required lots
of travel and lots of meals away from home. I traveled to England, Germany, France,
Italy, Belgium, Holland, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Mexico, Japan, Korea, and on one trip, I flew around the world, crossing the Great Soviet Union after flying over Finland, and then dropping down into Japan.
We ate and ate and ate!
Wherever we went, we ate like hogs.
After I retired and was editor of an industrial magazine, I flew to Mexico, Ecuador and Columbia. In Columbia, I was escorted by guards with machine guns. But I didn’t eat fatty foods.
The reason was that I had bypass surgery and no longer was allowed to eat artery-blocking goodies. My first surgery was in 1992. In the spring of 2005, one of the grafts was replaced and I was supplied with the aortic valve of a hog (which seems appropriate).