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My Weight

19 Tuesday Sep 2017

Posted by beneaththehat in Health, Social Issues

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Food, personal feelings, social issues

Disclaimer: In case anyone isn’t looking to talk about health and weight, feel free to turn back now.  I’m not a professional and this is very much just me working out the thoughts I have about my personal well-being.

Recently I started this new health program type thing.  It’s a thirty day cleanse that’s about resetting the clock on your body, etc.  The factory settings of bodily health, you know?

I feel positive about it for a few reasons.  One of the big ones is that the shakes don’t taste like death.  I actually really like the vanilla, which is odd for me because usually these health shakes need more flavor to not be a miserable slog through breakfast.  But actually I could just dump the vanilla powder into plain water and be perfectly happy with it.

Another positive about this program is some products you can buy from the company that aren’t necessarily tied up in this thirty day thing.  There’s this fizz stick that gives you energy when you toss it in some water.  A 5-hour energy drink except there’s no specific time limit and I don’t feel like I took a shot of fruity chemicals.  Also I’m feeling the effects right now.  It’s pretty great.  A current of energy that isn’t giving me tremors.  I just feel motivated and that is a pretty unnatural state for me.

I don’t know if these things taste as good as they do, or don’t seem to be messing with my body in unpleasant ways, because of the all vegan ingredients and heavy emphasis on keeping these products natural but it’s suiting me pretty well so far.

Another thing I liked about the thirty day cleanse pitch is that it’s not really about weight loss, it’s about overall health.  Not to say they don’t mention you could lose some weight – I think every health program on the planet has to mention you have a shot at losing weight these days.

All this got me thinking about another decision I made for my own health a while back that I don’t regret.

I decided to stop caring about my weight.

This is easier said than done for a lot of people, I know.  It may even sound irresponsible.  If you’re not monitoring your weight, how much can you know about your health?

I did some irresponsible things in grad school.  My first year I really, really did not look after my diet.  My grocery budget was categorized under ‘luxuries’ in my head so it didn’t have a very high priority.  I’d also made a promise to myself to manage all my own expenses while at school so asking for help was out.  It didn’t feel serious to me at the time but I was learning some really bad eating habits.  ‘Eat all you can when there’s food in front of you because who knows, right?’ is not a good mentality.

I lost a good chunk of weight.  Enough that I fit back into dresses that had been a little snug.  And while that kind of made me smile, I couldn’t get my head around the fact that this result society had told me was good came about because I wasn’t treating myself very well.

The bad habits lasted even when food was readily available again so after grad school I put on a little weight.  Nothing huge but enough that I could feel it.  I didn’t have the sensation of comfort in my body that had been standard for me.  So I picked up exercise (a thing I really need to go back to) and started feeling a thousand times better.  I didn’t just get back to being comfortable, I started feeling better than normal.  And I stopped caring what the scale said.

I had energy and increasing muscle definition.  My mood improved by miles.

I realized whatever number the scale might throw at me didn’t matter because I wouldn’t trade how I felt to get it lower.  Feeling good, eating well, treating myself with a little care and compassion…  That was the best diet in the world.

Of course life intervenes.  I got out of the habit of exercising for a million little reasons but I know I’m going back.  I still took care to feed myself.  I’ve started cooking a lot and I find I enjoy it more than I thought possible.  I also started drinking a gallon of water a day.  Never going back to dehydration, no sir.  And now with this thirty day health ‘reset’, I have a positive outlook on this journey I’m starting with my body.

But I’m never going back to the scale.  For me, seeing that number isn’t helpful.  Because I’ve seen that number go low, felt good about it, and realized it was the result of bad practices.  And I’ve seen it go up, stabilize, and feel like my body had become a happy, welcoming place.

So I’m going to be a Millennial about this and prioritize my special ‘feelings’.  When I feel bad, I’ll make changes.  If I feel good, keep going.

This isn’t going to be useful to everyone.  Some people want that number.  It can be encouraging!

I just wanted to say to the people out there who don’t have a positive relationship with that scale in your bathroom, you don’t have to stay.  You could tell say to it, “I need some space from you.”  Or, “It’s not you, it’s me.”  Or, “I’m trying to focus on my career right now.”  You can always go back if you change your mind.

I guess at the end of the day I think you should feed yourself something more substantial than a number that might not be an entirely realistic representation of your health.

So take care, darlings!  And be kind to yourselves.  You’re listening.

Real Problems

05 Friday Jul 2013

Posted by beneaththehat in Social Issues, Travel

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Atlanta, Georgia, social issues, tales of the traveling hat, women's rights

Have you ever felt unsafe in a sort of nebulous, widespread way that you couldn’t exactly explain?  You go somewhere unfamiliar, look around and know deep in your bones that you are being threatened.  There’s nothing to fight and nothing to do except feel that fear.  It sours your perception.  Lord knows it’s pretty hard to play tourist feeling that way.

The more states that pass bills limiting reproductive freedom, the more I get that feeling any time I leave my ‘safe’ states.  Wanda Sykes joked once about how great it would be if you could leave your vagina at home, go out jogging in the dark and when a rapist jumped out of the bushes you could just shrug and say, “Sorry, left it at home.”  I’ve been wanting to do that while here in Atlanta but not because I was afraid of being attacked.  No, overall I’ve felt physically safe here in downtown Atlanta.  Chalk it up to the Skybridges.

I’ve wanted to travel without my vagina so I could comfortably move around here in Georgia and should the topic ever come up I could say, “Sorry, I left what makes me subhuman in your eyes at home.”

I hadn’t thought about it in a while but after a little digging I realized I was in the state where one of its representatives had compared women to pigs and cows.  I’d heard that sentiment on the news ages ago and I remember wondering what on earth was wrong with that man.  His thought process was that if livestock has to deliver their dead offspring then obviously women should.  And doesn’t that just say everything?  Women shouldn’t have more rights than livestock.  Meaning that we are livestock.  At least to this elected representative in the state of Georgia.

In California that kind of talk outrages me but I’ll admit there’s a distance to it.  The threat has not come to live with me.  Being in Georgia, where that representative’s thinking has real power, imbues me with anxiety.  And I’m going to be gone in a day!  I can’t imagine living like this, knowing my individual choices about my life and body mean so little.

Unfortunately my imagination has become increasingly more able to picture just such a situation.  It’s 2013 and lawmakers in this country are still attacking my rights.  Seeing state after state crumble, infringing inch by inch on the rights of women is downright terrifying.  And honestly, I have no idea what to do.  Aside from voting, that is.  I intend to keep voting for the people who will fight for my rights.

This thought may be alarmist but I think it anyway.  If they manage to take away a woman’s right to make decisions about her body then when do they try to take away her right to vote?

It’s just another kind of choice.

Cheerier posts later.  Needed this out of my system.

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