Things I Am Thankful For #2

Sometimes, I can be a little… err hazardous…to myself.

In other words, I am a klutz. I completely lack grace. My legs usually have various bruises from incidents I can’t remember. I have various misshapen scars–from the time I dropped a pan while cooking scrambled eggs and then attempted to catch the fiery hot pan (smart move) to a bike accident at 8 years old. Is this normal? I sometimes look at my legs and feet and wonder if others have such a visual record of their trips, falls, and just plain stupidity on their legs.

Evidence A: My right foot.

I decided to break into my new Rainbow sandals by walking roughly 10 miles around San Francisco. Without alternative shoes. My feet were practically raw. Then I didn’t treat them properly, so now I will probably have a scar. It’s been about two months, so I hope that some of the purple will fade, but I’ll have to see.

I suppose my scars tell the story of my life?

So often, I curse my body for these blemishes. However, I need to be thankful for my body’s ability to heal itself despite my abuse. After all, I do put that poor body through a lot.

I recently cut a sweet potato for cheetahs without the best of knives. And consequently cut myself:

I hope no one reading this is sensitive, but guys, blood was gushing. Flowing like a fountain. I applied a lot of pressure, wrapped a bandage around my finger tightly, and about 45 minutes later, my finger stopped bleeding. It is doing much better, and I hope that it will heal itself like this middle finger did:

Last year while baking Christmas cookies my friend reached for a knife I was using and cut my middle finer, causing a similar injury I am now sporting on my ring finer. And today you cannot see the wound at all. 100% healed.

The body has amazing capabilities. There are countless stories of amazing recoveries on a much larger scale. When treated well, your body will treat you well.

And I treated my body will with a nourishing lunch post run this morning.

First I grilled up a couple of tortillas straight on the burner:

I reheated some vegetarian refried beans to place on top, and topped my tortillas with homemade pico de gallo and delicious salsa, both made by the father and daughter in the AP family (the new moniker I will use for the family for whom I nanny).

I ate the tortillas rolled up like a burrito:

I love how corn tortillas look so unappetizing cold, but heated up they become a carby delight. If only I could say the same about cookie dough, then I could resist it more easily!

The pico and salsa were so spicy I just had to have this delicious, juicy pear afterward.

What do you think about the scars on your body? How do you help your body heal itself?