Okay, so everyone left reading (all two of you) is okay with harsh reality? Good. Here goes.
Since the holiday season, I have been at war with myself. Hating my body. Hating it. Upset that I let go of my fitness goals and, instead, ate Christmas. All of Christmas. Carrying 10 or so extra pounds that I can see in my face, my muffin top (which is more like a coffee cake these days), my chins, my hips, my feet. Oh, how I wish I were kidding.
Hate is a powerful thing. A destructive thing. So the more I have railed against myself, the worse I have felt. This, it seems, is a struggle I am not going to win this way. I have got to knock it off.
By way of illustration, here's a bit of what I mean. The girl is the same; hell, the outfit is virtually the same. I see huge differences, though.
Di, me, Linda and Shelly last November at the Wine & Dine Half |
Me, after I finished the Wine & Dine |
Contrast that with Princess Half Marathon Weekend. I'm heavy. I'm unhappy with myself. And it shows. Well, maybe not in the first pic.
I actually like the above photo. I think it's funny that I look like I have only one leg, and I like the way I am wearing a fitted tank and a tutu, in bright colors, and yet I look better than I did the following day, while wearing black in a style that didn't fit quite so closely ... as evidenced below. Anyway, the one leg that shows looks strong!
Again, the girl is the same. Everything but the skirt is identical to what I wore in the Wine & Dine ... but those 10 (or is it 15?) pounds really show. To me, anyway. In the cheekbones, and the hips.
Kath, Carrie, Linda, the Mad Hatter, Raquel, me, Jenn and the Queen of Hearts at the Enchanted 10K |
Me, after I finished the Glass Slipper Challenge |
Other than the photo with the Queen, above, I hate hate hate every photo from last weekend. Every. Single. One. The monologue in my head has gone something like this:
"Cow. Fat. Ugly. SHIT homely. It's a good thing you already have friends, because no one would talk to you if they just met you today. You are gross, unloveable, and really ugly. See? We have proof. Just look at the pictures, ugly girl."
My inner voices are cruel.
Sometimes they are echoes of things that have been said to me in the past. The old saying about sticks and stones? Yeah, that's bullshit. Names hurt longer, folks, and they leave scars that no one sees.
But back to me in the here and now: this is not a war. You cannot win if you war against your body. And the thing is, so much of photographs is angles, lighting and under-eye concealer. It really isn't reality. It's just a moment in time, captured in a still image.
So do I have some work to do? Yeah. I have 10 pounds of holiday weight to relinquish, plus 20 or 30 more, before I can say that I've reached my goal. Progress is slow. It's hard. But if it were easy, everyone would be fit.
The thing is, I have to work on how I feel about myself in concert with the physical changes I need to make. I would NEVER talk to a friend the way I allow myself to talk to me! What's that about, anyway? It's time to let it go. It's time to stop being my own worst enemy and learn to be good to myself.
I believe we are all beautiful, but it's easier to see in others. I think we should all try to see in ourselves what the people who love us see. It's worth a shot, don't you think?
6 comments:
You are, of course, too hard on yourself. We all are. Truth: We all love you no matter what size you are. You are doing this for yourself, right? Not any of us because other than to be unbelievably proud of you, we don't care how small or big you are, and neither should you.
Thank you, Maggie, for posting this.
I, too, have had a rough winter this year and seem to have lost the ability to stop shoveling food into my pie hole. This was accompanied with an ever increasing shift in the number on the scale and an even more alarming shift of my mood against myself.
MyFitnessPal has been re-recruited and I am attempting to regroup to go into the "racing" season in high spirits.
In the end, I have convinced myself that it's not me, but Old Man Winter awarding me this harsh winter with a weight gain that is twice the amount of what he bestows upon me during mild winters. I must convince myself that I must have this extra poundage to prevent frostbite and hyperthermia.
With the blame laying squarely on that awful man, I have decided to focus on getting back to center, making goals (and mostly keeping them, it's just so damn hard going to the pool at 5 a.m. when it's this cold).
I appreciate your honesty so that I, myself, can stop berating myself and move forward.
Keep truckin', Maggie. You are doing great!
Love your honesty and am so grateful to know that I am not the only one who has mean and nasty inner voices. In sharing your struggle, you gave voice to mine. Now to just learn, how to be unapologeticaly(sp?) ME. Thanks for sharing!
Auntie Mags,
I think you're wonderful, beautiful and made of magicks.
<3
Your favorite hawaiian niece.
This made me cry for the smart, beautiful woman that I know. I know I can't fix it, but I wish I could just give you a hug and reminder you what an awesome lady you are!
My heart goes out to you Maggie, as I have shared the same pain more times than I care to count. Your compassionate response to my similar commentary a year or so ago meant so much. I don't recall all of your exact words but how they made me feel. One comment, shared with your incredible Maggie-ness still makes me smile: "25 pounds? That's a bag of dog food!" ������
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