I've had a few people ask me for a running update. Sure. I love requests. My attitude has been better while running. I am past the hump of it feeling "too hard" to do what I am doing. This week I am running sixteen miles. Next week is twenty. I'm not up to ten miles on Saturdays yet. Next month. Most days and most runs I've been maintaining 5.10-5.30 mph. Occasionally I crawl for a bit and come in just under 5mph but that is rare lately.
One of the things that I am disliking the most is my changing perception of my body.I've mostly been on the chubby side but I've never been all that big. My lifetime maximum weight was 212 while pregnant. Not-pregnant it was 208. I spend a lot of time hanging out in the 180's with occasional dips down into the 160's when my activity level goes up. That seems to be my "active" weight range. Occasionally in times of great mental/emotional distress I drop down into the 150's. I have usually had a lot of mixed feelings about these periods. On one hand they are by far the most psychologically unhealthy periods of my life on the other hand random people in public no longer stop me to tell me I should lose weight.
Lately I feel like I am bordering on body dysmorphia. I have always had an hour glass figure. That's just how my body looks. I have hundreds of pictures to prove it. I don't any more. Right now I'm doing the apple thing. I don't tend to feel hostility about other people having that basic body shape but right now I feel intensely bad about being shaped that way. I think about it a lot. I'm having to deal with the fact that my clothes don't fit at all the way I am used to them fitting and I feel angry and ashamed and bad because my body isn't looking like me. It's weird. I'm used to my waist being a size smaller than my thighs. Now my waist is at least a size bigger. I feel fat in a way I haven't ever felt before. I feel repulsed by the way I look. I think about it a lot. A really lot.
I watched the Harry Potter movies recently. At the very end there is this long panoramic pull back shot of Harry, Hermione and Ron. I was fixated on the fact that it looked like I could put my hand between her thighs and be able to hold my hand horizontally and barely touch skin on either side. Holy moly she has skinny thighs. It felt really dramatic. It looked very childlike to me. I'm used to women having thighs that touch. This isn't to say that all women have heavy thighs. There are lots of grown up women with thing legs. I know this–I still had this visceral reaction to Hermione in that shot. For the past few days I keep standing in front of mirrors and feeling very perplexed because if I stand with my feet directly below my shoulders and look in a mirror my thighs barely touch. Mine have touched full on down to the knees for most of my adult life. Now the top inch touches. I don't think my thighs will rub by the time I get to the marathon.
I feel weird in my body. I feel like I am borrowing a body. I am pretending to be an athletic person. I feel disconnected from my legs–like they represent someone else. They just don't fit the rest of me. I feel weird and bad about the baby belly. Like all of a sudden it is magically a problem. My body has always been proportional! I liked being proportional! Fuck you belly! Everything else is getting smaller what is your fucking problem? But I this attachment in my mind to not trying to lose weight. So I eat a lot trying to keep weight on. My belly is not getting smaller. Ahem.
Especially with my hair this short. Especially with how dark of a tan I have now. I no longer look pale and goth-like. I savored that pallor for many years. Now I garden and run and spend the whole f'in day in the park. I don't wear sunscreen. I don't burn so I don't see the point in putting cancer causing agents on my skin. Noah needs to wear sunblock. Oh man.
I feel very uncomfortable about my body. I don't recognize it. I don't know it. I have a lot of time understanding its pleasure sensors and food needs. I feel very disconnected. I'm not sure if I have always been this disconnected or if it is a recent change. But all of a sudden I feel loathing for my body I am not used to. I was fairly cheerful about being fat. I knew how to dress to look good. I was "friendly fat" so to speak. I had some size 18 clothing, but not much. Mostly I was in the no-womans-land between Misses 14 and Womens 14. I certainly was encouraged by society to feel bad about my size. I was told by the media that I was disgusting. I didn't feel disgusting. I liked my body. I thought I looked quite good naked and that was what I cared about.
I don't like how I look naked right now. I feel lumpy and floppy and disproportionate. I feel like my breasts and my hips look sad and deflated next to my belly. I don't like looking at my belly and yet I do it compulsively. I think this is just my lizard-brain looking for another way to self-harm. If I decide that my belly is my enemy and disgusting and I should do something about it while I am simultaneously training for a marathon I am going to hurt myself quite badly.
I'm afraid of a lot of the process of training for running. If I want to meet my goals I have to treat my body gently. I have to meet its needs. I'm not sure I even know what its needs are. I'm struggling with finding balance between needing to "work on my diet," because I do need to work towards more nutritious food, and not wanting to obsess and punish myself for being bad. It's hard when I realize that my approach to myself in my head is entirely punitive. If I breathe too loudly I should be punished. I'm taking up space in this world that wasn't meant for me. I am struggling with the size of the box in my head I am allowed to fill.
Right now my weight is hanging out in the upper 150's/lower 160's. My legs are thinner than they have ever been in my life. My arms thinned out in pregnancy. My face thinned out in pregnancy. My upper back thinned out in pregnancy. Now my upper body really wants to hang out in a size 8. My hips would probably be happiest in a size 10 or 12. My waist is quite firmly still in size 14. With muffin top. I feel like my body is taking up the wrong space. I am wrong. I am out of place. I am out of order. I tell the kids my belly is awesome. Shanna is very affectionate with my belly and I encourage and support that. But I feel distant from this body. I want her to have only positive associations with her mothers body. I talk to her about fat redistributing on your body at different stages and sometimes you have more and sometimes you have less. I keep it very value neutral. I am extremely verbally positive about heavy people being attractive.
And I look in the mirror and I see not my body. I feel gross. I feel like I am not right. I am bad. I am too big and I am too small. I am not me. I'm trying not to show any actual panic. I really am a good actor.
It's interesting and useful for me to think about this current set of obsessive thoughts just as this week's version of self-harm. I'm really enjoying Over the Influence. It's the book on Harm Reduction Therapy. If the goal is just to be always moving towards less harm then I can give myself a little bit of a break. I know how much less harmful this thought process is than most of what I've done. I can see that I'm trying to justify feeling bad. I know that really I just feel bad and I don't need a why. If I can talk to my Lizard brain about it a bit I can see where the need to feel bad lives.
I've been spending a fair bit of time in front of mirrors. I try to close the door so folks can't hear me. I look at myself. I say all of the things I wish that other people would say. I need to stop looking outside myself for validation. I can't have it. So I'm trying to give it to myself. I feel silly. I cry. But I say it.
You are good. You are kind. You are patient. You are generous. You are honest. You are trustworthy. You work very hard. You have come a long way. Your body is perfect. Your body made two of the most delightful creatures in the world. What could possibly be wrong with it? You are strong. You will get stronger. Keep working. You will be able to do all of the things you say you will. You keep your fucking word. You are gentle. You are smart. You are resourceful. If you do not find a way you will make a way. Keep going. There is a lot left to do and not a whole lot of time.
I am no longer defined by my sex appeal. I no longer need to worry about attracting attention the way I once did. I no longer particularly need to worry if my hip to waist ratio is appealing. It feels like I am getting a divorce from my body. I no longer live in it. I'm doing other things. I want to come back but I don't know this person. This person is invisible in different ways and visible for different reasons. I don't know how to handle it. I feel scared of this person. Not because this person will hurt me but because this person is vulnerable in ways I don't fully understand. I can't see the scope of it properly. I don't have much experience being this person out in the world. I have only been this person a short time. I'm still adjusting. I hear it takes four years to be properly past the postpartum period. My organs don't even know where they are going to live forever yet. What kind of home do I want them to live in? How much control do I have?
It's all quite terrifying, really.
so…
you had an hourglass figure.
now you don’t because
everything’s grown smaller
except for your belly
which you keep feeding.
i stare at my belly all the time, too.
and you would say i don’t even have one!
work thru it grrl!
and, when you do, let me know what the secret is.
so i can stop staring at my belly, too!
so…
you had an hourglass figure.
now you don’t because
everything’s grown smaller
except for your belly
which you keep feeding.
i stare at my belly all the time, too.
and you would say i don’t even have one!
work thru it grrl!
and, when you do, let me know what the secret is.
so i can stop staring at my belly, too!
so…
you had an hourglass figure.
now you don’t because
everything’s grown smaller
except for your belly
which you keep feeding.
i stare at my belly all the time, too.
and you would say i don’t even have one!
work thru it grrl!
and, when you do, let me know what the secret is.
so i can stop staring at my belly, too!
so…
you had an hourglass figure.
now you don’t because
everything’s grown smaller
except for your belly
which you keep feeding.
i stare at my belly all the time, too.
and you would say i don’t even have one!
work thru it grrl!
and, when you do, let me know what the secret is.
so i can stop staring at my belly, too!
so…
you had an hourglass figure.
now you don’t because
everything’s grown smaller
except for your belly
which you keep feeding.
i stare at my belly all the time, too.
and you would say i don’t even have one!
work thru it grrl!
and, when you do, let me know what the secret is.
so i can stop staring at my belly, too!
And again it still feels like you are in my head finding words for all the thoughts I can’t quite access.
I’ve felt so disconnected from my body lately as well, with all the health stuff and how I keep losing weight lately at kind of a frightening pace. I want to fight against it but I don’t know how.
I do miss running so much. Sometimes when you talk about it I just close my eyes and remember the searing pain in my legs, the burning in my lungs, the rhythm of the ground moving underneath me and feeling like I could go absolutely anywhere. It sounds like you’re well past any point I ever reached in my training.
And again it still feels like you are in my head finding words for all the thoughts I can’t quite access.
I’ve felt so disconnected from my body lately as well, with all the health stuff and how I keep losing weight lately at kind of a frightening pace. I want to fight against it but I don’t know how.
I do miss running so much. Sometimes when you talk about it I just close my eyes and remember the searing pain in my legs, the burning in my lungs, the rhythm of the ground moving underneath me and feeling like I could go absolutely anywhere. It sounds like you’re well past any point I ever reached in my training.
And again it still feels like you are in my head finding words for all the thoughts I can’t quite access.
I’ve felt so disconnected from my body lately as well, with all the health stuff and how I keep losing weight lately at kind of a frightening pace. I want to fight against it but I don’t know how.
I do miss running so much. Sometimes when you talk about it I just close my eyes and remember the searing pain in my legs, the burning in my lungs, the rhythm of the ground moving underneath me and feeling like I could go absolutely anywhere. It sounds like you’re well past any point I ever reached in my training.
And again it still feels like you are in my head finding words for all the thoughts I can’t quite access.
I’ve felt so disconnected from my body lately as well, with all the health stuff and how I keep losing weight lately at kind of a frightening pace. I want to fight against it but I don’t know how.
I do miss running so much. Sometimes when you talk about it I just close my eyes and remember the searing pain in my legs, the burning in my lungs, the rhythm of the ground moving underneath me and feeling like I could go absolutely anywhere. It sounds like you’re well past any point I ever reached in my training.
And again it still feels like you are in my head finding words for all the thoughts I can’t quite access.
I’ve felt so disconnected from my body lately as well, with all the health stuff and how I keep losing weight lately at kind of a frightening pace. I want to fight against it but I don’t know how.
I do miss running so much. Sometimes when you talk about it I just close my eyes and remember the searing pain in my legs, the burning in my lungs, the rhythm of the ground moving underneath me and feeling like I could go absolutely anywhere. It sounds like you’re well past any point I ever reached in my training.
And again it still feels like you are in my head finding words for all the thoughts I can’t quite access.
I’ve felt so disconnected from my body lately as well, with all the health stuff and how I keep losing weight lately at kind of a frightening pace. I want to fight against it but I don’t know how.
I do miss running so much. Sometimes when you talk about it I just close my eyes and remember the searing pain in my legs, the burning in my lungs, the rhythm of the ground moving underneath me and feeling like I could go absolutely anywhere. It sounds like you’re well past any point I ever reached in my training.
I am glad you are running. Glad you are writing.
Body changes are weird for me.
I’m enjoying some of them tho – I chopped off my hair and I got old. I got wrinkles and crows feet and all that shit now. And it means that fewer men bother me. To me, this is priceless.
I am glad you are running. Glad you are writing.
Body changes are weird for me.
I’m enjoying some of them tho – I chopped off my hair and I got old. I got wrinkles and crows feet and all that shit now. And it means that fewer men bother me. To me, this is priceless.
I am glad you are running. Glad you are writing.
Body changes are weird for me.
I’m enjoying some of them tho – I chopped off my hair and I got old. I got wrinkles and crows feet and all that shit now. And it means that fewer men bother me. To me, this is priceless.
I am glad you are running. Glad you are writing.
Body changes are weird for me.
I’m enjoying some of them tho – I chopped off my hair and I got old. I got wrinkles and crows feet and all that shit now. And it means that fewer men bother me. To me, this is priceless.
I am glad you are running. Glad you are writing.
Body changes are weird for me.
I’m enjoying some of them tho – I chopped off my hair and I got old. I got wrinkles and crows feet and all that shit now. And it means that fewer men bother me. To me, this is priceless.
I am glad you are running. Glad you are writing.
Body changes are weird for me.
I’m enjoying some of them tho – I chopped off my hair and I got old. I got wrinkles and crows feet and all that shit now. And it means that fewer men bother me. To me, this is priceless.
I am glad you are running. Glad you are writing.
Body changes are weird for me.
I’m enjoying some of them tho – I chopped off my hair and I got old. I got wrinkles and crows feet and all that shit now. And it means that fewer men bother me. To me, this is priceless.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.
It’s good for me to listen to your inner conflicts like this. I suspect now that even here, it’s a pale shadow of what you feel inside. But listening to your conflicts puts my own in perspective. That is very helpful to me. Thank you.