Fitness Friday- what’s up everybody?!
Ok, I’ll share something here. I am 163.0 lbs. When I was growing up, I was consistently between 135-145, never more, never less. Until I hit about 21, and I ballooned up with my drinking habits, but I digress. Since 22, I’ve been about 145-160, so it’s pretty normal for me to be at this weight now.
Also at 22, I started running half marathons, and now, I am in training for my first full. Miraculously, in my hey-dey of skinniness during my high school and early college years, I was usually a size 2-6. Now, I’m a size 6-8. This is weird, considering I’ve gained about 15 pounds, but let’s dissect this, shall we?
Marathon training does a lot to your poor body. It makes your legs sore, tight and toned, and your hunger levels go through the ceiling. There are injuries, like shin splints, hernias, and disc slips, not to mention plantar fasciitis the most common of all runner’s injuries. Your thighs will chafe, as you’re running for hours at a time, your arms will become exhausted, even with holding them down by your waist, and your skin will become bronze, from hours of being outside.
But, through it all, my weight has had its ups and down. Sometimes, I drank more beer, other times, I drank more wine, sometimes, I didn’t drink at all. Usually, I choose more healthy foods over not, salads over burgers, because my body craves nutrition when I’m training or teaching a lot of yoga. In the past few months, I’ve watched my body become more fit and more toned, despite still being around 160lbs.
It’s weird, as a girl or woman, to determine your worth based on your weight, but I see it happening all the time. The ironic thing is, I’m in extremely good shape; I can train all day for a marathon and still go to work, teach yoga, and hang out with my friends, because I am lucky enough to have a healthy body. I’d rather be a slightly smaller size, but the one I am is a beautiful one, and serves a purpose for me, to run, to live, to hike, to explore, to adventure, to try new things, to teach others the sacred art of yoga, and so on.
The photos below are about 2-3 weeks apart, and the black top was before I really started my training. I’ve noticed my thighs leaning out, my muscles taking shape, my abs coming back and I like what I see. When I’m in a good mood, 163.0 lbs means I’m stocked with muscle, I can hold plank for five minutes, or run up hills for ten. When I’m in a bad mood, it’s an indicator that time’s gone on, I’m not what I should be, or that I’m fat.
I’m not fat, and neither are you, but we see how we ‘should’ look everywhere we look. Celebrities, Photoshopped into oblivion. Women, mommy shamed into losing the pregnancy weight at the drop of a hat, and marathon runners who shouldn’t have thick thighs.
It’s loving yourself, wherever you are and whenever you start to do that, you’ll see yourself free from all this talk and stress about weight. We have so much to offer, beyond our physical shape, and we can’t see it if we’re stuck in an endless cycle of beating on ourselves.
So, for now, let’s applaud our health, and the small progress to be made, by taking it one step at a time.
How’re you practicing loving yourself this week?