Ran outside – 3miles/28:28, 4 strides
Easy 3. Was supposed to do 6 strides, but my quads are still a little sore and I want fresh legs for tomorrow’s long run! Gonna knock 12 miles outta the park…hopefully.
I found this quote the other day, and despite the fact that it’s a little long, I thought it’d be valuable to share.
“People are somehow hypnotized by this belief that if they reject and shame and deprive themselves enough, they will end up happy, loving, self-accepting people – and thin. So what I say over and over again is that the means to the end cannot be separated from the end. If you shame and deprive yourself into losing weight, you will end up a shamed and deprived person who might also have thin hips for ten minutes. The shame and the deprivation will lead to more eating, and you’ll gain all the weight back. So the process itself is the goal. I think kindness is the name of the game here, all the way through. Is it hard? Yes. Do we learn that easily? No. Do many people model that? No. Does self-rejection and shame and punishment and guilt and fear work on any level for any kind of long-lasting change? No. And everybody who’s ever been on a diet knows that.” - Geneen Roth
As Roth says, anyone who’s ever been on a diet can attest to this. Everyone who ever goes on a diet thinks they’ll be happier if they just lose 5 pounds. If they could fit into smaller jeans. If they could lose their love handles.
I’ve been there. I lost those 5 pounds, I fit into smaller jeans, and I lost extra chub. And then two things happened.
The first is that I loved the feeling of being lighter, of being smaller. And so I attempted to lose more weight, because skinnier equals happier, right? And I succeeded. But I still wasn’t happy with that. There was always something wrong with my body. My thighs still touched. I lost more weight. My arms still jiggled. Solution? Lose more weight.
The second thing that happened, after I was sick and tired of being sick and tired, is that I turned to food for comfort. When anything remotely stressful happened–I got a bad grade on an exam, I had a busy week coming up, I was in the middle of a busy week, my boyfriend and I broke up, I was rejected from a position I really wanted–I ate. I ate until the thought of eating made me want to throw up. And then I ate some more, because it made me feel okay. Until the next morning, when my problems were still there, and I was bloated and once again, miserable.
The truth is, you can be happy at any weight, and you can be miserable at any weight. If you want to be happy, you have to choose to be happy. You have to choose to see the good in your life and to take advantage of everything the world has to offer.
5 pounds may give you temporary happiness, but when sh** hits the fan, your weight isn’t going to be there for you. It’s not going to provide you with any comfort. No one thinks, “Oh, my mom just died/I just got fired/I’m moving across the country away from everything I’ve ever known, but at least I’m 5 pounds lighter than I used to be, and that makes it okay.”
Find what makes you happy, and pursue it. Whether it be running, lifting, cuddling with your dog, painting, playing the piano, managing a business–find it. Because when things go downhill, that’s what’s going to be there for you. That’s what’s going to make you feel better. That’s what’ll prevent you from turning to food for comfort. That’s what’ll allow to you live your life, to enjoy your life, to look back and be satisfied with your life, even when things get tough. A single number will never be able to do that for you.
No questions today. I’d just like to hear your thoughts and experiences.