July 11, 2015

Roses and thorns

I'm late on this one, I know. The last couple of days I have felt sort of wishy-washy, and I have skipped the gym in favor of napping and housework. This morning though, Noah and I got up bright and early and headed to the park with the jogging stroller. He was crabby, so we only did 2 km, but it still felt good to get out and move - the temperatures are supposed to be in the low 100°s later today, so I'm glad we got some exercise and fresh air while it was still tolerable outside.

My weigh in yesterday was mildly disappointing. When I got back from Connecticut, I was 318, and then the following week I was at 314. The week after that, 314 again. Last week, 310. And yesterday, 310 again. There seems to be a pattern, and even though it is progress in the right direction, it bugs me. I am still now, five years into it, so attached to numbers as sole measures of success.

So, I decided to do something to measure my success in another way.

I got to thinking about making some sort of huge plan the other day. I had to stop by the car insurance office to sign paperwork, and on the way back, I stopped into visit a friend and her young son. We were chatting a bit, and I don't know how, but eventually we got on the topic of fashion.

We talked about our individual styles, and I told her about how, when I was big the first time, I pretty much wore jeans every day, and when I found a shirt that I liked and that fit, I would buy it in a dozen different colors. At my smallest, I was overwhelmed with choices because I had never been able to buy things that were not tucked away in the back corner of the store. Now, pretty much everything I wear is from ModCloth - they make the cutest dresses in a wide variety of sizes, from extra smalls to 4XL's.

And somehow we got to the subject of shoes, and she recommended a brand that she loves. I told her I would look into it because I needed some new shoes anyway, and she said "Good - I hate your tennis shoes."

To be honest, it floored me. I don't think I've ever noticed anyone's shoes before, let alone thought to comment on them. I kept it cool and gave an explanation - they are running shoes, I bought them when I was trying to be a runner again but kept wearing them so that it wouldn't be a waste of $150 - but on the inside, I was really sort of hurt. It was not a comment I expected, and especially not from her.

I stopped at the grocery store on the way home and binged while driving to pick up Noah from daycare, all the while thinking wow, there is not a single inch of me that is free from judgment.

I'd been doing so well, too.

I've talked about this a lot here before, but it's so interesting to me that I am struggling so much this time around with keeping my eating in check. The first time, the food was easy. Exercise was easy. The greatest challenge that I faced the first time was sorting out my identity. I'm anticipating it being an issue this time as well, so I am doing what I can now to ease the transition back into my smaller self. But the first time, I hadn't expected it at all, mostly because I hadn't expected success.

So that night, I sat down and thought about my identity - how I see myself, how others see me, how I want to be seen. People may look at me and see a large person, but that's such a small part of my story.

I used to be bigger. I used to be smaller. I used to be a lot of things. Right now is what matters, though. And I'm a mom, and a hard worker, and a friend, and a sister, and a daughter. I want to be seen for those things and not just for my size.

And so I am working to be smaller again, and healthy again. And to help with that, I'm getting back to another "used to be."


I thought about it, and I remembered that I had talked about it with my dad a little while ago. I told him that when I was actively living healthier, going to Connecticut was easier because I had races during or immediately after the visit, so I knew that I didn't want to commit any behaviors that would interrupt or get in the way of those goals. "So register for a race," he said, simply and matter-of-factly. "If you have to walk half of it, or if you have to walk all of it, just get that goal on your radar."

So I did.



Training starts Monday with Couch to 5K - I wanted to wait to get back into running until I was at that 295 milestone, but … why? That number was significant the first time around, but this is now and this is what needs to be done. There's 35 weeks until race day - plenty of time to be race-ready.

I'm looking forward to sharing my experience relearning how to run and training for this event. It's funny, the moment I decided to register, I felt ... different. My ex-husband had this uncanny knack for making me hate every single thing that I once enjoyed, and so for the last few years, I've gone back to being that person who laughs and says that she only runs when she's being chased. But that's not who I am, it isn't how I see myself. That's not the identity I want for myself or that I want to portray to my son, to my family and friends, to my colleagues, to the world.

I loved being a runner, and I want to be one again. And as soon as I signed up for the race, I felt that surge of love again - self-love, self-confidence.

10 comments:

Frickin' Fabulous at 40 said...

YAY!!!! Congratulations! It's a big milestone and I will love following your journey! I am so much slower than I was 5 years ago and my stamina just isn't there any more, but it feels GREAT to get back out there and just do it!! (Thank you Nike!)

Onedayatatime said...

I have a friend who says stuff like that and when she does, I remind myself of a quote a saw on Pinterest that says something like, "When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself". It is still difficult to hear something like that.

I am proud of you for signing up for a half-marathon. I love running as well, and for one reason or another, I've completely stopped and gained a significant amount of weight. Thank you for motivating me! It's easy to make excuses to not run (I'm not in good shape, I don't look good in running clothes, I've gained too much weight), but none of the excuses help in achieving a goal.

Please keep us updated on the training! You've got this!

Justice Dinsdale said...

I love this. I too need to get back to myself. I've had 2 years of and gained 30 pounds back. Couch to 5k is where I'm going to start.

LovelyDreams said...

Congratulations!!! I'm so happy for you about your race.

Identity might be a bit easier this time. My kids did not even notice the weight I've lost (or since stopped losing). They still see me as the exact same person. That really helps.

Christina @ Love Yourself Healthy said...

Way to go!

It's hard when judgement comes from someone that we least expect; I'm proud of you for turning it around and registering for a race. I look forward to reading about your training.

cspiro84 said...

Woofta, when you make jumps, you make them big! Running is something that tends to elude me, and I'm good with 5K's, but half marathons, and marathons. I'm not sure they'll ever be on my radar. I think it's totally awesome that you're getting back into that game.....something I always enjoyed reading about on your blog previously. Way to go and I"m excited to read about everything leading up to you being a runner again.

Rachel Block Smith said...

Woohoo! Thanks for posting this. I've been going back and forth on wanting to start running, and I guess I'm just scared. I can't wait to watch your progress back into it and be motivated to do it myself.

Running Meg said...

Picking a goal race is an excellent idea.

I'm sorry the show comment bothered you so much.

Denise said...

THAT IS SO EXCITING!

I have thought about giving running another try. I found Couch to 5K pretty difficult last time I tried it, but I also smoked a pack a day and worked out zero times per week. Now, even though I'm at my heaviest, I quit smoking and have been going to Crossfit for three months so I think I might be better at it.

You are freaking awesome and I wish DC was closer because I would totally run it with you. Or at least hold a fun sign.

Prof. D said...

Great Mary,
I think this is wonderful. Like you I have been out of the game but I think I may join you. I live in MD and DC Rock -n- Roll is completely doable.