Saturday, July 15, 2017

Beautiful is not the same as skinny

As I stare at my blunt title to this post, I realize a few things about myself.
  1.  This is for me, less for you, unless you need it. Then, by all means, claim it. 
  2. When I was skinny, I wasn't eating. In my adolescence, I developed a rather awful eating disorder known as anorexia nervosa in which I skipped whole meals for most of the day. I subsisted on a small snack every few days. In college, I would purposefully attempt to live off tuna and spinach as not to gain weight. Then, as I began to cave into temptations and eat carbohydrates, I would binge and make myself intentionally vomit. As a result, when I see people eating tiny insubstantial meals, I tend to worry they, too, have some demons kicking around upstairs. (Please understand I mean that metaphorically). This is why skinny will never be equated with beauty. A person's size should not be what defines him or her or them (shoutout to my non-binaries) in terms of beauty. 
  3. Anytime I see someone praise "Skinny" I fucking rage. I do. And it's not that I cannot celebrate someone's fitness, but "skinny" and "fit" aren't the fucking same. See #2 for my rationale. 
  4. I am currently 75ish pounds over where I ought to be for my body type. Where am I getting this number? BMI? NOPE. Body fat percentage? Meh, maybe. It's the weight I recall feeling both curvy but not weighed down or slowed down. Physical ailments were less, my stress and anxiety were significantly less, and I can say, comfortably, with my frame, I felt healthier.
I say all of this not to post some ridiculous before and after picture seeking public affirmation for my body transformation. Maybe at some point I will. Maybe I will cave and Instagram that shit. Maybe I will justify it in my head as "accountability." Who knows? But I am making this promise to myself: While I am able-bodied and of clear-mind, I will be mindful about BALANCE in my life. My foods will be balanced and whole. I will workout every day, with active recovery days on my "off" days. And in a year, I will reassess my health.

Self, we will not let others get us down. We will not base our self-worth on appearance, size, body fat percentage, or anything superficial and fucked up. And if someone tries to get us on that train, we will declare that noise unworthy of a brass-fuck and move on.

I'm counting on you to bench press a bear, and release all the fucks into the wild.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Fail? Restart

Nothing helps me feel optimistic quite like a break from work. Nothing makes me want to get back into the game quite like a scale, a mirror, aches and pains, and family photographs of my fat rolls.

I'm reminded of the saying that, "It isn't one decision that makes the difference, but a series of small decisions paired together in succession that makes an impact." And boy, do they. That advice works absolutely both ways. Since September, I have


  • Stopped working out
  • Let people's opinion of my lunch tuna on salad shake me up and derail my better food choices
  • Sought to self sooth with buckets of sugary candy
  • Replaced my blood type with coffee
  • Jittered all over the place
  • Stressed
  • Been in pain
  • Let my core go to crap
  • Lost focus
So, here I am, not berating myself, but reminding myself why I started. 

I started for more energy to devote to those I love the most. I don't live to work. Work is a means of supplying my family with their necessary needs so that we can have a comfortable home, a variety of colorful, nutritious foods on the table, clothes to wear, and quality time together. Instead, I let stress and the voices of sabotage get to me. Sabotage doesn't always sound like temptation. It can also be the persistent and true voice that states, "You work hard. You pour yourself into your career so you deserve to (indulge/kick your feet up/any number of things that are overall not beneficial)." And as defensive as I am of the devotion I have to both my family and my job, anything that steals health away from me is an excuse. Even if it's the idea that I need chocolate/wine/thirty minutes more of sleep to stay sane, those things are not replacements for my time on Earth. They are excuses. 

My two loves deserve better. And I will give the best of me. Starting with exercise daily and adopting kinder eating habits.

I started my day exercising with my son, and the pain was temporary. The energy, clarity of mind, better mood, and endorphins replaced any negativity. 

Ever fail? Try again. Fail again? Restart. Never ever give up.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Writing Challenge: Bullet the Day

•Woke up at 4:45am to son crying
•Held, rocked, attempted to placate teething 1 year old
•Turned on Sesame Street 
•6am: laid son back down, returned to my own bed
•715-kissed by husband 
•730- Awake, followed morning wake up routine 
•745-son up, much happier
•815-drop off son at daycare 
•830-Breakfast of steel cut oats and unseasoned egg whites at home
•930-visited by neighbor with a birthday invite; discussed helping child STTN
•10:30 -Petco for flea applications and carpet cleaner; provide two kitty household in harmony advice to girl at register who asks me for help with her friends' cats
•11:00 - Kroger for more eggs and broccoli, thank my clerk and bagger by name, wish them a good day
•1130--meal 2 Chicken and Broccoli
•1146--treat kitties, place them out of harm's way, sprinkle flea carpet and let sit for 1 hour
•12-1: Orange is the New Black
•1-3: vaccuums, clean dishes, clean baseboards
•3-4: Plyometrics 😣😩🤕 OUCH.
•4-429pm: Visit Target for Elli Quark, purified water, and 5 lb weights for arm day
•430: Add Cursed Child to my basked
•431: decide line is long. Open book and begin reading 
•432: another lane opened, I'm quickly ushered into it
•5pm ravenously devour a quark, a tortilla with lunch meat, some bread and butter pickle chips, and a mini Larabar and accepting 3 day fix protein and veggie only defeat at the halfway mark 1.5 days in
•530 Feeling 110% less stabby, I read two chapters of Welcome to Night Vale
6-Collect child from daycare. 
•630 Play horsey and color with son
•700 Read 3 bedtime books
•730 Husband home
•745 I mow back yard
•815 Come inside all sweaty, nurse son to sleep
•830 tend to husband with summer flu, chitchat, watch Futurama episode about universe boxes
•9 retire to bedchamber 
•Brush and floss. Ain't about that life of oral decay
•915--watch Kylo Ren sing Rihanna's "Work" and laugh hysterically
•925--Vow to read something highbrow tomorrow
•930 begin typing bulletin
•10pm go to sleep?

Monday, August 8, 2016

Ted Cruz Redux

Once you get past the fact that this letter is addressed to my husband and not me, and that there's some totally unnecessary partisan flaming happening, his response is civil. As promised, I give you: Senator Ted Cruz's response:
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United States Senate
Washington, DC 20510

Dear Nicholas,

Thank you for sharing your thoughts regarding the gun control. Input from fellow Texans significantly informs my decision-making and empowers me to better represent the state.

As you know, President Obama and Democrat lawmakers have called for sweeping restrictions on gun ownership. Because I oppose measures to prevent law-abiding citizens from exercising their fundamental Second Amendment rights, I voted against Senator Harry Reid’s gun control bill, S. 649, in the 113th Congress.  I believe we should focus intently on preventing gun violence, not gun ownership, and we can do so by enforcing the many laws already on the books. In particular, mass murderers and violent criminals must be prosecuted to the fullest.

Preventing gun violence is critical, and I support measures that would bolster resources for combating gun crime and enhancing school safety, while preserving the Second Amendment.  Unfortunately, when I proposed such a measure with Senator Grassley in the last Congress, Senate Democrats filibustered it, leaving the unavoidable impression that their efforts are more about imposing gun control on all Americans than on seriously addressing gun violence.  

Thank you again for sharing your views with me. Please feel free to contact me in the future about any issue important to your family. It is an honor to serve you and the people of Texas.

For Liberty,

Signature

Senator Ted Cruz

Austin Office
300 E. 8th, Suite #961
Austin, TX 78701
Phone: (512) 916-5834

Dallas Office
3626 N. Hall St., Suite 410
Dallas, TX 75219
Phone: (214) 599-8749

Houston Office
808 Travis Street, Suite 1420
Houston, TX 77002
Phone: (713) 718-3057

San Antonio Office
9901 IH-10W, Suite 950

 

Washington Office

 

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Every Step of the Way, Every Day

On July 30, I scrawled "Be proud of yourself when you reach a goal, yes, but be proud of yourself every step of the way" on the dry erase board in my English remediation class for students planning to retake their English exam.

I think if I could add to that quote--beautiful as it is, I would say "Respect that everyone's starting point and goals may not look exactly like yours, or even anything like yours."

I have taught kids of various talents, diverse needs, seemingly insurmountable challenges. I've cried with them when they've hit personal valleys outside of education. I've prayed for answers when a brain cancer prevented new information from being recalled in one of my teenagers. I've encouraged, stopped to rethink a new way to teach the same concept 100 times plus one more time, sought help from my colleagues. All the things we educators do. I've even been frustrated, felt "done" with hard, problematic children whose upbringing I questioned and then abandoned those questions because they were outside of my control and counterproductive toward my goal of teaching. 

All children are deserving of love. All. No exceptions, no but "what if," ALL.

And the same way, all BODIES are deserving of love. ALL. I will say it again for those in the back.

All bodies deserve love and respect. 


I am a busy little bee on social media, and I have been since BEFORE Zuckerburg's creation. Anyone remember Deadjournal? LiveJournal? I had one of each, which I've since deleted much to my disappointment and simultaneous relief. A few months back, I posted a quote that spoke to me. It was a virtual hug to all bigger folks with some extra pounds that essentially said, "I have experienced discrimination that is built into society at a sub-conscious level. It sucks. I hear you. Love yourself anyway."

I glowed after posting it. Confronting the demon is part of the healing process. But a friend quickly shot it down as "bullshitty" then shared her personal story and goals. I responded, multiple times, stunned, and quite a bit angry at her for pooping on validation and community that I had so foolishly thought one little soundbyte post would bring about.

I stand by my original support of the quote, whatever it may have been, but I also see her perspective more clearly. I think it's easy to get bogged down in reasons or other people's garb, be it their ideas, their mantras, their ways of life. And it may not be right for you, but it isn't wrong for someone else.

That's how body positivity works. We are on a path called life, constantly changing, evolving, making decisions that add up one way or another. Regardless of how that life is lived, we exit the same way.

At the time of my post, I was still coming to grips with being diagnosed with a chronic health condition unrelated to my weight that had been contributing to my energy levels being depleted every day upon waking. If there were an energy upon waking gage, with 100 being recharged, refreshed, and ready to tackle another day, I was waking up at a -10 and had been since my teens at least. Constantly fatigued, going through my days with the same demands as others in my field and now, as a mother. To put this in scientific, objective findings: at night, I stop breathing 29 times an hour and my oxygen dips to 71 because of it. Poor sleep adds to weight gain. And I haven't been sleeping well for decades.

I speak up to encourage others with chronic conditions, others who might believe that they have a body wrong because they don't look or feel a certain way.

Every day is a new step to the story that is you. If someone doesn't like that story, who are they to dismiss you as not a Classic? Who are they? Even your Creator calls you fearfully and wonderfully made. No exceptions.

The day I made my post and my friend had a disagreement, I truly believe we were talking about apples and oranges. I was discussing the body from mentality standpoints, whereas she had tackled some major obstacles with mentality and was coming from the perspective of physical health. 

A better way of stating this is through Steven Curtis Chapman's "Fingerprints of God," that he wrote to his teenage daughter struggling with body image. He calls his daughter a masterpiece that creation quietly applauds. Just in having a body, there is beauty-- but she was upset over her value, equating value with a certain standard of beauty. She did not see herself as beautiful and therefore placed lesser value in herself. Body positivity seeks to right that wrong.


I have a part two in mind regarding physical health, but I wanted to hit mental health first.

Cheers to you and your beautiful self.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Grateful

In high school, I was exhausted all the time but chalked it up to hormonal changes and AP classes.

I college, I asked a friend how he managed to "do it all," beyond classes; he was involved in extracurriculars, held down a job, and participated widely in a religious organization on campus--not to mention the occasional frat party. I wondered if I had a priority problem, and I've certainly been accused of that. 

What was actually happening was that at night, I stopped breathing. When healthy people were rebooting while they slept, i wasn't getting oxygen. Rinse repeat for 10 years, and you have me running at 10% energy wondering what the heck was happening despite my best efforts. You also have the making of my health deteriorating.

Then, it was discovered that I have sleep apnea. Fifteen hundred dollars and some unnecessary tests to confirm it, I have a CPAP machine and am finally sleeping . (Add to this 3-4K that I spent opening up my airways in my face in 2013/14 via septoplasty).

And I have been ungrateful. I have been grumpy. With rest comes a mind that is zooming through information at light speed. With that upgrade has come frustration. With great power comes great responsibility and blah, blah, blah. 

But gratitude? I've scoffed at it.

It's time to slow back down. My paternal grandfather died from what I am convinced was complications due to sleep apnea related heart failure.


My grandad was a salesman and was en route to Victoria on Interstate 59. He pulled the car over and died on the side of the road, car still running when they found him. This was the late 1970s before instant technology as we know it. Given what unknown of OSA, my father and uncles' health, this adds up.

Son in a large way, I am finding the silver lining. I am not dead on the side of the road, suddenly taken from my family. I live to see another day, and I want to make the best of that and any future days that I am given.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Seven Years From Now: My Late 30s Envisioned

Goals:

1. To still be teaching, planning for the next career step in the field of education
2. To have previously reached my goal weight and be maintaining it for 4-5 years
3. To have written one draft of my book
4. To have a well-maintained garden in the back yard
5. To be done with student loans 
6. To have started a retirement account
7. To be a runner
8. To be celebrating my 10 year anniversary with my husband
9. To have a healthy, happy eight year old
10. To be organized at home and at work

*Bonus: to have structure but room for spontaneity