I've noticed there's this theme in Christianity that seems to portray exercise as evil, or rooted in self-love and idolatry. I'm not saying anyone here is holding to this stance, but I have observed it in many Christian groups close to home.
Yes, we live in a society which promotes us to be obsessed and lovers of ourselves, where media aims to frustrate us in to chasing their own idea of physical perfection, but it doesn't mean a physically active Christian is on that track. Exercise is a good thing. It only becomes a problem when a good thing becomes a 'God' thing in one's life. Money isn't evil, but the love of money is. Maintaining yourself is a good thing, glorifying and worshiping yourself isn't.
I exercise often. But I am a very fidgety person, a very physical person, and am down packed a kinaesthetic learner. I make sense of my world and express myself best through my body, through touch and through hands-on experiences. I love to worship God through dance and one of my favourite ways to spend time with God is to listen to worship music while jogging.
I used to feel guilty for exercising and being fairly active. I thought it was some guilty pleasure I gave myself that was void of God's approval. Then I realised, hey, I'm going make God a part of my exercise. I let Him in, and by keeping my body physically active, I can actually better focus on Him because my limbs are being distracted. I've had awesome revelations or 'Aha' moments while out jogging, taking in God's creation and just lifting my affection and heart unto Him. I focus and reflect better in these moments.
I was in a Myer's change room a couple of weeks back, and found myself staring at my reflection in their mirrors, which were many, as they are angled in a way so you could simultaneously look at yourself from many directions. Usually this is not a fun event for me, since I had a lot of insecurities, but God has dealt with many along the way, but in this particular time I was really engrossed.
I looked at my back and my side, moving my arms, rotating them around and watching my muscles and limbs move. I was so impressed by the way the muscles tensed and how they held me together, working together to give me the ability to lift, move, reach etc. In that moment, I was so thankful to God for a body that is healthy and in good order, and in awe of how this body is so fearfully and wonderfully made. That God gave me this vessel, this instrument so I am able is so many ways.
I have one chance at this life. That is all I have. I don't know what life will bring me, but I want to know that I am spiritually strong in my relationship with Christ and with His bride, the church. That I surrender each day to the Lord so I can be made strong in His strength. I want to know that I am emotionally strong with the new heart that I have been given and by graciously extending out love as I have been loved, by overflowing with the love that has already been given me. And I want to know that I am physically strong as well, so in which ever way God leads me to bring the good news to people, I have an able body to do it.
Also, I think the discipline of eating healthy and exercising regularly has taught me a bit about the discipline that we need in our spiritual walk.
On an entirely different note, I haven't done this for awhile but if and when I decide to make a facial mask stuff, I use aloe vera and green teen leaves and leave it on my face awhile. I don't wear make-up to work or the gym, I'm getting more and more lazy with age. Instead of curling my hair with a curling iron, I wrap my hair in four tight pom poms in a Gwen Stephani-esque fashion before I sleep then sleep on it. I then take it out in the morning then, viola! Soft curls.