I really did not want this blog to exclusively feature recipes. I really do want to document my (insert me rolling my eyes here) journey... We're all on a journey, that's kind of what living is all about, really.
I also really want to write about body image issues; mine and those that impact all women. As someone who spends a great deal of her time with adolescent girls, I need to wrap my brain around being as empowered about my own body image as I possibly can be. Because I have had it with the ideals that we are inundated with and I am done hating myself. My rational brain tells me that not even the models and celebrities we see everyday really look like that. Check your Facebook feed and I guarantee you can find one of those, look at the impact of Photoshop posts pretty darn quickly.
Go ahead. I'll wait.
So, rationally, I know that this all so much buillshit; fakery, trickery, marketing. Personally, I think if a pro makeup and hair crew showed up at almost any woman's doorstep tomorrow, they could make her look like a supermodel, even before the Photoshop.
Yet I struggle... I do not want to judge what any other woman feels and it is not my intention to make any woman feel bad about her body or appearance, but I do want to share my own story. And part of my own story is acknowledging that when I was at my heaviest, I did not feel good physically.
I have been chunky, overweight, obese, fat...whatever...pretty much most of my life. I am also blessed with a ton of muscle mass that is, unfortunately, hidden under a layer of fat right now that I am not pleased about. I know that my body composition is changing, slowly but surely, but it is taking a long time.
The "thinnest" I ever got was when I was about twenty five. Ephedra was legal and I was suffering with undiagnosed bipolar disorder. Hello, mania! You could buy speed at CVS...how awesome was that??
The first year, I was doing an internship and getting my master's, then I started a third program, all to get my Connecticut teaching certificate in under a year. At one point, I was student teaching in the morning, going to classes in Bloomfield in the afternoon, and then rocketing my way down to Bridgeport for classes at night.
I was flying; eating every couple of days. And when I did stop to eat, I was eating total crap. So, yes, I ate very little and not surprisingly, I lost weight. I was still heavier and would have qualified as obese on a BMI chart, but I was down into a size ten and I even wore a two piece bathing suit for a summer. Me! In a bikini! What???
That winter, I met my husband to be while drunk off my ass, dancing on a chair at a New Year's Eve party. This is how I looked:
But...all good things (bad things?) come to an end and they took ephedra off the market. I began treatment for bipolar disorder, which included a mood stabilizer. Mark and I moved in together and I remember a picture from moving day. I looked good, yet I was still fixated on my arms; they were too big. I was still too big.
Once Mark and I shacked up, I started cooking. A lot. But I remained in a range I thought was fairly reasonable. I started lifting before our wedding in July of 2005 and while I wasn't in the shape I might have liked, I was pretty OK with how I looked. Shortly thereafter, I got pregnant and even then I was still OK. Heavier than I would have liked, but not terrible.
In 2009, I changed jobs and easily packed on another twenty to thirty pounds. I was no longer able to buy most of my clothes in standard women's sizes. I was at that point, deeply uncomfortable. I couldn't easily get out of the corner of my couch. When I went on a class field trip to Washington, D.C., I had a hard time keeping up with colleagues who were younger than me. The truth is, at my heaviest, I didn't feel good. It had nothing to do with my self image, but everything to do with how I felt. I had to get up off that couch.
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This was taken about a month before I took my first class at Tuff Girl. |
But, in the meantime, I'm proud of how far I've come.
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About to do my first 5K Obstacle Course, April 2013 |