How sweet and freeing it feels to love your own character, the conditioned 'me', even when, especially when it is acting out of woundedness, desire and any form of separation patterning. A blessed ending to all things wrong with us.
And what a great practice it is to see how gentle and understanding we can be with ourself in that particular challenging arena of the body. When the character doesn't do what's called 'best' for the body. Not eating 'right' and exercising 'enough' must fall into the relieving embrace of surrender and nondoership just like all things human.