Wellness Wednesday #1: Curve-ball

buttonReally, you’d think after a single week on this wellness journey, I’d be doing well. At the very least, I’d expect any not-well to be my own doing, an attack of insecurity or depression leading to binging or something. But no. This curve-ball comes of my inability to perform the normal, everyday actions of a human being. Like using a staircase properly.

08 yoga game faceSo let’s talk about this. The plan: Now that the boys were in school, I’d have some alone time to study, exercise, think. I made a food plan for the week, eliminating the foods that cause me to hurt or get depressed, like gluten and sugar (super hard to eliminate despite pain-or-depression). I bought new workout clothes. I began a 30-day yoga challenge. Look at me getting my yoga game face on! I announced my wellness journey to the world, and put up a picture of myself in a swimsuit, no matter how mortifying that picture made me feel. I was doing good!

And how long did I make it, you ask? Halfway through day 2. Life was great – until klutzy me missed the bottom step or two on a staircase coming down from my therapist’s office. You’d think I’d’ve missed the steps while I was peeking at the emails I’d missed during my appointment. But no. I’d turned off my phone, and missed the steps as I pulled my car keys from my purse. Purse, keys, phone, and Amanda went flying. Sprawling. Crumpling. Lightning pain, brain switching into full-on fight-or-flight mode, complete with peripheral white vision, slow-motion observance, and loss of hearing. The world came back centered on my throbbing left ankle.

sprainA good Samaritan ran into a physical therapy office also in the building, and two therapists came out to see if my ankle was broken. They suspected sprain instead of a break, since I could put some weight on it, and sent me on my way. I limped out to my car, dissolved into tears as I transitioned from trauma-mode to shock-mode, and called Jason. Long story short, I became an invalid that needed to be waited on hand and foot less than two days after I began my new journey.

The good news: X-rays confirm it’s a sprain and not a break. The bad news: There will be no more yoga or other fitness that involves my legs for awhile. Instead, I spent a couple days mourning-through-food – Amanda! Pizza and brownies are bad for you and don’t make you happy the next day! – had a complete emotional meltdown (thank you, pizza and brownies…), and then decided to get on with my life. I guess curve-balls teach you that you cannot control what happens, only how you react to it. So I’m doing my best to eat real foods and do non-leggy yoga stretches and catch up on all the stationary stuff that has long been on my mostly-neglected to-do list. And hopefully, it won’t take me too long to heal. Because bed-rest sucks.

True Confessions
Back in my freshman year of high school, someone told me that for a woman to have the perfect body, her bust and hips had to be the same measurement, and her waist exactly ten inches less. Someone else scoffed at this, for entirely the wrong reasons. “Don’t tell me that someone who measures 50-40-50 has the ‘perfect’ body,” she said. We were young, ignorant, and tiny, with no idea of feminism, media standards, or fat-shaming.

This particular conversation has stuck with me over the last 20+ years. As an adult, as someone who has been everything from borderline underweight to morbidly obese, I have a different perspective on the “perfect” body. I’ve watched the campaigns for body positivity and body love and body acceptance. I’ve seen the plus-sized ads from stores that claim to promote these things. And you know what? I’d bet most of their models are pretty close to that ratio mentioned above. Where are the women with stomachs bigger than their busts? The women with tiny chests and wide hips? The women who carry tons of weight in their butts and upper arms? The women with hulking upper bodies and tiny hips and legs? I can find a more true-to-life variety of women in Walmart ads!

swimmingHaving a 50-40-50 body may not be the size that society says is “good” or “right,” but it’s definitely the right shape – a shape that few overweight and obese women have. Definitely not a shape I had when I was morbidly obese, with a stomach and bust equal in size and much smaller hips. Nope. Would I have been happier with that shape? Maybe a little – I could have consoled myself, and probably more people would have looked at me and thought I “carried my weight well” instead of looking fat/lazy/stupid/insert-adjective-here – but probably not much. Another true confession: In college, my measurements were 36-26-36.5. This is damn close to “perfect.” That half inch on my hips, though…I agonized over it. That half inch kept me from being perfect! Look at me. My ass was huge!

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Dear younger Manda,

First off, you are a competitive swimmer. That’s gonna change your body for the rest of your life, in more ways than giving you a well-oiled cardiovascular system. You may despise your “football player” shoulders and “fat” butt and “gigantic” thighs and “bulging” upper arms, but you’re not paying attention to the bigger picture. This is a body you should appreciate. Your shoulders make you look fantastic in tank tops and sleeveless clothes, and you don’t have trouble with sliding bra straps. Those thighs and upper arms? It’s called muscle. Be proud of them! You can do pull-ups! Lots and lots of pull-ups! And that butt…it’s round, firm, and perky, not at all “fat” or “too big.” Which brings me to:

Second, the “perfect” body proportions are a load of crap. I don’t expect you in your young and uninformed world view to appreciate the modern body positivity movement. But think. What kind of female body do you find attractive? Small breasts, soft round bellies, wide hips, thicker thighs. You like pear-shaped, medium-bodied women. So why are you so desperate to be what society says is perfect? If you’re not attracted to the norm, why expect everyone else to be? Think on that.

Love, modern-day Manda

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16 Responses to Wellness Wednesday #1: Curve-ball

  1. Love this post! I have problems with how I perceive my body’s shape. Sam’s favorite parts of my body are my butt, thighs, and stomach. I get the big butt thing, but MY THIGHS? MY STOMACH? It is really hard for me to view myself and my body shape as “attractive.” I’m trying. But it is hard to eliminate 35 years of media images and many years of abusive relationships to see myself as having value.

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    • Amanda says:

      Yes. The way I put my journey at one point was “ripping through the ages-old shell of hardened body-animosity.” Trying to see myself not like a snake shedding skin, or an ugly duckling who makes a magical transformation, but a cicada that has to split through armor to come out on the other side.

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  2. Megan says:

    Great post! I’ve never attempted to achieve or even believed I could attain “perfect body” status. However, I’ve definitely wanted to be stronger (if not just *thinner* for a while now). Unfortunately, on the cusp of becoming the person I want to be (er…again?) I’ve stumbled (literally) into disheartening ankle problems of my own and fears that by the time my ankle takes its 2 months or more to heal, any physical strength I may have had will have dwindled to nothing. Hopefully in two months I will have at least replaced it with emotional fortitude. Still working on that. 😉

    Anyhow, I know it’s definitely a frustrating thing to have your goals put on hold because of a surprising incapacity to descend stairs. I’m happy to hear your ankle’s only sprained, and hope you’ll be back on your feet in no time!

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    • Amanda says:

      So I have really wonderful news for you, Megan: that strength you gained? Two months will not take it away. Sure, you’ll be sore when you start again, and there will be a slight deterioration of muscle, but muscle takes YEARS to fall away, just like it takes years to build. Just like it’s silly when people say they gained two pounds of muscle in a week (no), that muscle isn’t just going to go away. It’s tough. It would take more like two years to lose what you’ve gotten. You’ll get back to it!

      (Though I’m very sorry for your ankle trouble!!!!!)

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  3. Lindsey says:

    Oh no! I’m so sorry about your ankle. It sure seems like life enjoys throwing a lot of wrenches into our plans. I hope it heals quickly.

    I look back at pictures of my high school/college self and think I must have been crazy to be as hard on myself as I was back then. But I was also comparing myself to my stick thin friends and had no idea how my body would look after two kids!

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    • Amanda says:

      I was comparing to my stick-thin family members and friends. Yes. It’s like those memes you see on facebook: “I wish I was as fat as I was the first time I thought I was too fat.” Ha!

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  4. Meg says:

    Eek, so sorry to hear about your injury! My mom sprained her ankle badly a few years ago — not a fun time. But it did heal, and she’s doing incredibly well now. 🙂 Wishing you strength as you move forward with your wellness journey! My husband and I just re-committed to Weight Watchers (as of yesterday), and I’m looking forward to a healthier fall!

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    • Amanda says:

      Good luck to you! WW is a good program, though I can’t get it to work for me (too few calories – my body is very sensitive to that!). I love that it encourages all the freggies you can eat! 🙂

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  5. Michelle says:

    Sprains are SO tough. I have sprained both ankles horribly. I would have rather broken my ankle both times. The key is to keep up with your physical therapy. You will be back on your feet in no time.

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