You’re 25 years old. Wow, has the time passed by. I remember when we were riding bikes on Dogwood Street, skinning our knees on gravel and riding as if the road never ended. Playing in the creek at the bottom of the hill in the backyard. Running far away from the boys that chased us on the playground.
Remember when we grew, and grew, and grew, and we made Mom buy new jeans every summer? Now we’re a solid 5’9″, and we feel comfortable being the ones who get things on top shelves for other people.
Not only were we tall, we were thin. Despite being able to eat anything with minimal (VERY minimal) exercise, we were thin. Hey, it’s not that we aren’t thin now, don’t get me wrong. We certainly aren’t overweight by any means, but I’m not as comfortable in you as I used to be. Signs of binges and blogging are starting to show, and I’m worried about what I’m doing to you.
You told that adult who remembered me as a child to say “Looks like you finally put on a few pounds,” didn’t you. DIDN’T YOU. You told my jeans to be uncomfortable, and my dress pants to make me feel every minute of the 9 to 5.
If I could ask a few questions, please tell me why you decided that now would be a perfect time to slow down our metabolism and make me aware of every ache, pop, and crack? Explain why our spine is a giant S curve that hurts when we sit for extended periods of time. Why don’t you appreciate craft beer and bacon as much as our tastebuds do? Why do you backfire with bloat, pain and general discomfort?
Sincerely, your one and only, Sara.
It’s been an interesting 2013. I vowed to cut out soda and eat better, but surprisingly I feel as though I’ve gained more weight than I’ve lost. Two doctors have told me that I’m not overweight but extremely out of shape. Awesome!
Four weeks ago I started practicing yoga, and I’ve already noticed a difference in how my body feels. The first class showed me just how weak my body really is. Wobbly, unstable, barely able to do some of the most beginning poses. But that’s okay because everybody has to start somewhere.
Yoga has brought me more of an awareness of my body. I sit up straight and remind myself not to cross my legs at my desk. I get up and walk around when I need a break. Simple movements remind me of my muscles and how I need to keep them active to keep myself in tip-top shape.
I purchased Yoga Zone DVD’s and started doing yoga for 40 minutes after work on Monday’s with my coworkers. We find a laptop and plug it into the conference room and zone out for a while. It feels good. For a more rigorous session, I attend Tuesday, Wednesday and the occasional Saturday morning classes at Santosha School, thanks to my friend Yvonne and her recommendation. It’s a very comfortable yet challenging class.
And, I ran/shuffled/walked a marathon relay race with 5 other amazing bloggers. Seriously. 4.4 miles. Don’t believe me? Here’s proof:
I’ve also started thinking about food in new ways. Don’t get me wrong, this girl LOVES her mac and cheese and fried chicken, but I’m learning that those foods need to be in moderation. Weekly is not moderation. Maybe it’s monthly. Maybe it’s less, I’m not exactly sure. That’s one reason why I signed up for US VegWeek, to challenge myself to create veggie foods that my taste buds will enjoy.
The frustrating thing is that…. uh, I LOVE FOOD. LOVE IT. How can I possibly be a food blogger and eat… healthy? Healthy is so not my style. I like to try all sorts of recipes in the kitchen. I don’t want to just blog about the healthy stuff, and I’m not going to. Don’t worry, readers, I haven’t left you yet.
But, could I? Could I become a vegetarian? Yes, I probably could. Do I want to? No. Absolutely not. I just don’t think I’m ready for that, and there are too many projects on the horizon that I still want to do (make my own salami, pastrami, cured meats, etc).
So how do I settle this? My goal is to continue practicing yoga and to enjoy my favorite food and drink options in moderation. I enjoy my craft beer and bacon too much to leave it behind, and so exercise and moderation will allow me to enjoy those things I’m passionate about.
This is just one step in the realization of how my body is changing and how I need to mentally change with it. I’m already writing a blog about my food philosophy, so look for that soon. In the meantime, I hope my self-reflection is helpful to you.