I have been thinking about starting a blog for quite some time. The problem was – I didn’t quite know where to begin. Would anyone even care what I have to say? Are my experiences really that interesting, or will they fall on deaf ears and trigger the inevitable eye-roll from all of the people I hope to reach? Well, at the end of the day, the risk is worth the reward. Beginning this hobby and finally putting my fitness and nutrition failures (or face plants) and the traumas that have contributed to those failures into writing is the first step in what I hope to be a very cathartic journey – for the both of us. This is my real approach to real life, real food, real work, and real pain. I’m just an average girl hoping to reach a few people with my experiences. I’m a work in progress, and I have a lot to learn, but I look forward to sharing it all with you.
So let’s start at the beginning.
The body image problems that have plagued me in adulthood really did not stem from my youth. By all accounts and all of my recollections I had a beautiful childhood. I was loved, I was nurtured, and I was healthy. My family taught me to value my brain more than what I saw in the mirror. Of course, my overall health was always a priority to those around me, but vanity was never part of that picture. I always knew that if I worked hard, ate healthy foods, and put my energy into my studies then everything would turn out ‘ok.’ And for many years my outer image was not part of my daily consciousness. I was even a late bloomer when it came to make-up, and when I did begin wearing it I never cared much to spend more than 5 minutes each morning putting it on. I’ve worn my hair the same way for 15 years. But hey, I had friends and strove to be a good person. Isn’t that all that matters?
Well…then came high school. And hormones. And my first job affording me the means to eat what I wanted, when I wanted. Unfortunately, I was no match for the combination of mall Chinese food, and my less-than-perfect genetics. I began to pack on weight – nothing too abnormal for my age at the time, but it was certainly different. And so began my never-ending battle with food, exercise, and my self-image. But I won’t drone on too much more about the high school years. Truthfully, I don’t have many memories from that time aside from my studies. While my body was now on my radar, it wasn’t quite at the forefront yet. This is where it began, but it wouldn’t intensify until years later. The time between high school graduation and college graduation were some of the best years of my life from a body image standpoint. Attending a University that had an uphill campus with the academic buildings at the top and dorms at the bottom, I dropped 15 lbs very quickly after enrolling. This is when my love affair with exercise began and gave me some relief from my body hatred for a few years. But we’ll save that story for another day…
As I continue to post more entries onto this blog, I hope to cover a variety of topics. Exercise. Nutrition. Fad diets. Diets that work. Diets that aren’t even diets. Body Dysmorphia. Stress. Meditation. Sleep. Depression. And while these thoughts are completely mine, I hope some of what I write resonates with you.
Until next time…
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