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Health, clarity and compassion

I stumbled upon this blog post tonight, and it got me thinking about my own journey and my love/hate relationship with my body and food for the past 29 years.

This year I’m entering my 30’s, and like the author of this blog, I want to stop being worried about achieving some size 00 and approach my body with “intentions about health, clarity and compassion.”

I might have blogged about my relationship with my body before, but let’s recap in this extremely honest post.

I haven’t always had the healthiest relationship with myself. Growing up, I watched my mom and sister struggle with their own bodies and self-image. I was always looked at as the “lucky” one. The skinny one, who could eat whatever she wanted and never gained an ounce. And I could. Until I was about 18 years old.

Some of it had to do with a boyfriend at the time, who had an affinity for Applebees. So we ate out a lot. and I mean a lot. and I mean Chicken Fried Steak and Mashed Potatoes. and I mean lots of noodle, and rice. and sometimes noodles and rice. and Taco Bell.

My little five foot frame soon held 130 pounds on it. That’s a lot for a short girl, who never broke 100 until turning 18.

I started college overweight. I was on a floor with a lot of bulimic girls my Freshman year. I heard them puking in the bathroom. One friend even had a roommate who would chew her food and spit it into a trashbag instead of swallowing it. I decided not to go that route.

Instead, I decided to restrict my calories. I lived off of rice cakes, and small meals. I started to exercise in our college’s state of the art gym. I hated food and I loved food.

As college progressed, my relationship with food got worse. I remember measuring my Lucky Charms my Senior year, only eating a cup of cereal, and subsisting on that the whole day. I had a good racket going. I would eat when out with friends, or in front of family so they wouldn’t get too worried. But then I would agonize about every calorie. I would weigh myself constantly.

95 pounds wasn’t skinny enough, I wanted to be 90.

Then, I graduated. I entered the real world. And the stress of my first job in PR, in Manhattan, and walking all the time in Manhattan, helped me achieve that 90 pound goal. My thighs didn’t touch. But, when I looked in the mirror, I only saw my flaws. I thought I was fat at 90 pounds, when my hip bones pierced my jeans. When I could count every rib in my body. I was a size 00.

I didn’t start to finally understand health until I ran my half-marathon. That was in 2008. Four years back in Atlanta, and I had gained weight. I was at a healthy weight. I started running. I became strong. I nourished my body with food as fuel. I bid 00 adieu, but I had muscles and abs. I was a runner. Running kept me sane. Running also kept me healthy.

My body has fluctuated since then. In stressful times, I’ve seen myself shrink back down. In happy times, I tend to plump up a little.

In giving up animal products, I feel like I’m finally getting to that true healthy weight. I’m not restricting calories. I’m eating as much as I want. I never feel that uncomfortably full. I always feel satisfied. But the scale holds steady. No big ups. No big downs.

I want to be friends with my body in my 30’s. I want to treat it right. I want to nourish it. But I also want to challenge it. I want to get really good at yoga. I want to master Chatarungas. I want to feel good. I want to approach my diet with health, clarity and compassion in mind. I want to approach life with health, clarity and compassion in mind.



Operation – Get fit and try not to pass out

So, March was all about starting to eat better. Now, April will be about incorporating regular exercise into my life. What’s my plan?

Operation Bootcamp!

30 days, working out everyday either in a group setting or with “homework.” No alcohol, sweets, or fried foods (except, I’m going to have to cheat for our engagement party.)

My (very fit) friend asked if I would join with her, and since I need to kickstart my ass into high gear, I said yes. I’m glad I’ll have a friend for support, and I hope we are working out with a supportive bunch.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous. However, I’m going to approach this like I did Marathon training a few years ago. Day by day. I’m going to incorporate my new eating habits, and be super strict about no meat, no dairy, no oils, and sadly, no more tater tots or fries.

I don’t own a scale right now, so I’m not sure how much I weigh. However, they say not to weigh yourself during bootcamp, since you’ll be building muscle (which weighs more than fat). I’m going to pay attention to how my clothes fit me and overall muscle tone.

They asked us to come up with some goals for the program. Here are mine:

-Lose a pant size

-Firm up my midsection (i.e. get rid of potbelly)

-Tone my arms (strapless wedding dress)

-Sculpt my back (also, strapless wedding dress)

-Be able to do pushups, and not hate it (I can’t do one pushup, I’m a weakling)

I start tonight after work. Very exciting!!