I read an interesting article today on "Skinny Privilege" and "Fat Shame". I'll try and find the link and put it below in the comments. It spoke about how larger women in America are shamed for their bodies by society AND have the internal body image issues of hating their bodies, while skinny women, although sometimes insecure, only have to deal with the latter issue, because the standard of beauty in America is to be thin.
I'm sorry...but how is this still even a thing? How are we still feeling victimized by our bodies? How are we still allowing society guidelines to govern our worth? How are curvy ladies looking at skinny chicks saying "You don't understand!" and skinny chicks are still insistent upon shouting "yes I do! See?! I HAVE CELLULITE TOO!".
Woah. We all need a nap. Who here loves their body? Like- LOVES their body? Wouldn't change a hair on their head. Wouldn't wish for longer, thicker hair, or sleeker thighs that don't touch, or more muscular thighs that DO touch, or more defined arms, or less bulky arms, or a flatter tummy, or curvier hips, or larger breasts that fill out a shirt, or smaller breasts that don't hurt when going for a run? Who here looks in the mirror and says, "Day-um. God (and me+spray tan+highlights+makeup+well-fitting, stylish clothes+a deeply embedded sense of self esteem/egomania) have done an A-M-A-Z-I-N-G job". Anyone?
Yeah, didn't think so.
There was a time I used to push myself to go to the gym. Before an iphone or an ipod with pictures existed, I would load up on Glamour or Cosmopolitan magazines and find the body I envied most to display on the elliptical as I pedaled towards my "dream body"- the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The flat abs, perfectly designed curvy hips and not-too-big-not-too-small-never-saggy chest, the long, sinewy, just-defined-but-not-bulky arms and legs. It didn't matter what my body looked like as it was "under construction" because I was headed for Barbieville...and it would feel SO good when I got there. I would be rewarded when I arrived with bountiful self-love and short shorts and bra tops. Ah...it would be bliss.
And then I went on Biggest Loser. And (as I found out after FINALLY collecting my medical records this week) I actually got down to 26% body fat! WHAT?! That's considered fitness-level body fat for a woman. But I didn't feel "fit". Because despite being 113 lbs lighter than when I started, none of what I ordered was on my table in front of me. I didn't look like Barbie. To me, I looked like I always had...just smaller. I didn't recognize an ounce of my own progress because what I saw standing naked in the mirror was not the girl on the cover of Cosmopolitan that I had aimed for. It was still just me.
The problem in our society is not that we are fat and that's unacceptable, or that we are thin, and that IS acceptable. The bigger issue is that we are trained to believe that being simply OURSELVES is not enough. If we're thin, we want someone else's fill-in-the-blank (hair, eyelashes, lips, hips, boobs, etc). If we're fat, we want someone else's everything. What's the deal? How is it so bad being ourselves?
Here's the thing: When we're growing up, we're taught what we're supposed to look like, and what we're supposed to act like...but we're never told what we should FEEL like. We're taught to work hard, but because it's the right thing to do... NOT because it feels SO good to succeed. We're taught to play sports or be active, but it's often because it's good for socialization's sake, or because we're supposed to, not because of the incredible feeling of accomplishment, and the high of physical activity. We act and look a certain way, because that has standards; a blueprint we've watched adults follow for generations, and something we can adhere to. But feeling is sticky, and hard to explain, so as adults, we don't bother trying, and as children, we never learn the overwhelming value how we FEEL about ourselves, our bodies, and our choices, should have in our lives.
I FEEL strong when I lift weights or do something physically challenging. I FEEL sexy when a man honors and cares for my body (or when I do!). I FEEL important when I get dressed up and make an effort to look nice. I FEEL included when I'm easily able to do things like go on long walks or hikes, travel, kayak, or something else that requires me being physically fit. I FEEL beautiful when, magazines aside, I look in the mirror and realize, flawed as it is, my body is a road map of every choice I've made in the past and all the choices I'm making now. And I FEEL privileged and proud when I realize my legs or arms are firmer, or my body is sore from being challenged. I FEEL gorgeous and accomplished when I am lying in a pool of sweat, half covered in chalk, with runny mascara, and bruises. GORGEOUS.
And you know what? When I feel all of those amazing things- the other stuff just doesn't matter. The flat abs, and long, flowy hair and perfectly curved hips-- they're just not as important. Does it mean I'm immune to wanting them EVER? Absolutely not. But when I shift the emphasis away from them, I fall in love with where I am, and where I- MYSELF- am driving my body to. Because, I wouldn't in a billion years wish for flat abs and perfect breasts if it meant NOT experiencing the feelings I already am experiencing-- imperfections and all.
America- our bodies are not the problem. Our bodies are strong, and capable of doing ANYTHING we ask of them. And you know what? Society is not the problem. Judgement of others is not the problem. The problem is our own distribution of love. We're worshiping the abs of one person, the quads of another, and have NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE OURSELVES.
It sounds so trite to preach the "love yourself before you can expect anyone else to" message, but it's so true. At my lightest- 26% fitness-level body fat- I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. There are probably less pictures of me then, than at any other point in my life (minus the whole being-on-tv thing). I can't say I was a big fan of mine at my heaviest, either. But what I've come/am coming to realize is that my value in myself has nothing to do with what I look like or what I weigh. It has EVERYTHING to do with how I think about myself, and, in accordance, how I treat myself.
Working out used to be something I shamed myself into: "Get to the gym or be fat forever and die alone". Woah. I wish I were kidding.
Now, when I go workout, my inner dialogue goes something like, "Woohoo. We're going to the gym and TODAY is going to be the day you're going to master double unders. You're such a bad ass". My coach jokes that despite my (very verbal) hatred for running, I smile when I run (I mean, not all the time...but often). It's because now, when I run, I say "Woah... ok. This actually feels BETTER than it used to." or, worse case scario, "Ok- you've done 2 laps... 2 more and this will be done and that's incredible and you're such a rock star".
Today I woke up 2 lbs heavier than I was yesterday (yeah, I weigh myself everyday, and yes, I know it's water weight, blah, blah, blah), and something like that could have, and would have before, sent me for a serious shame spiral. But ironically, I've been catching myself *strutting* the whole day, thinking how awesome I am.
I don't know how I transitioned to a healthier place, so I can't write a guide book. But I can tell you what I have had to avoid, and will always avoid:
Lastly, can we all agree none of this matters? Let me rephrase: None of this matters to anyone worth it mattering to. Sure, are their snotty 13 year old girls on the beach that have never seen cellulite that are going to "fat shame" you? Yes. There ALWAYS will be. But their day will come. And who cares about them anyway? There is no smart, accomplished, sexy, strong, driven, ambitious person on this earth that is worth your time that would allow your body shape or size to play a determining factor in how they treat you or if they will allow you into their lives. That's 8th grade crap, and adults who are happy with themselves are too busy working towards their own goals to belittle you for not fitting into some ridiculous, abstract, ever-changing standard.
Find people that hold you to a standard of feeling, AND seek it out for themselves. Stop talking to girl friends who want to wear a size 2 and start talking to girlfriends who want to run a marathon, or hike a mountain or do a crossfit competition. A size 2 isn't a real thing. It's not a feeling. I've been my "perfect size" and you know what I felt? NOTHING. I've also been an imperfect size and felt awesome, accomplished, beautiful and hot. Stop talking to men (or women) who are only interested in you when you're skinny (or whatever) and start talking to men who think you're awesome for the work you do, the ideas you have, and the confidence you exude. You become who you are most often with, so choose wisely...and then, when you're alone, get to know YOURSELF and fall the eff in love. At the beginning and end of our lives, it's ultimately you and you alone. People and relationships are the colors of our world, for sure, but we create the lines and spaces in which they fill. If you don't find a reason to fall in love with you, as you are, as you've been, and as you will be, you will be spending the rest of your life- UNTIL YOU DIE- waiting for someone to do for you what only you can do for yourself.
So skinny privilege, fat shame....who. cares? The only person that owes it to you, to LOVE you, is YOU. So, get on that. You're pretty awesome, after all. ;)
Warning: I'm about to do it. Be "that" crossfitter. The Kool Aid drinker. The "Zumba doesn't count as exercise" person.
This is going to be about crossfit (for me), but it's more about life...and the lessons I've learned through almost a year of challenging myself physically, emotionally and mentally via Crossfit, and the incredible relationships I've built. For you it might even be (*shudder*) Zumba, or spin, or whatever, but here it goes:
1- Commit. Commit, or don't do it at all.
Crossfit has taught me commitment on both small and large scales. Let's go big first, because that's obvious. The only valid excuse I've EVER heard about why someone won't even give Crossfit a try is that it's expensive. It is, when you compare it to a traditional gym membership. Even if you recognize that it's a STEAL in comparison to 5-6 day a week personal training, it doesn't necessarily mean that you can cough up $150-$200 a month. So, if you decide you're going to Crossfit, and make that investment month in and month out, you better be committed. If you're not going to show up- even when you're sore, even when you're tired, even when you're busy, sick, etc- or you're going to go off the grid with your nutrition on a regular basis- you might as well take the money for your membership, Nanos, and Lulus and throw it down the drain. Crossfit demands that you show up and make it count to get your money's worth.
On a smaller scale- Have you ever seen an Olympic weight lifter look like they were phoning it in for a clean and jerk? Have you ever seen someone successfully PR a snatch when they were "just not feeling it"? No? That's because it's impossible. Every day, with every lift and torturous burpee, Crossfit reminds you that you either need to get your head in the game, or you need to get your head in the game. There's no alternative. There's no "kinda". Even with scaled, you scale to what you're capable of, and then you attack it with all that you have. Because if you don't, you're using time to progress, as time to just exist. And existing is free- you can do it anytime. Don't use gym time to not give a shit.
Life lesson: Commit. Show up where you're supposed to show up, when you're supposed to show up, HOW you're supposed to show up. If you think you're fooling anyone (most of all yourself) by half-assing your way through your life, career, relationships, etc, you're not. And if you can't help it- you're not happy and you just HAVE to phone it in- it's time to reconsider whatever's left you feeling that way and make a new plan that you can be passionate about.
2- Get a Good Teacher
Before Crossfit, I'd like to think I knew a lot about working out. I had spent a year training under Jillian Michaels. I had always been active. But, my knowledge had a beginning and an end point. No one knows everything. Most people actually know very a frighteningly small amount about their bodies and how to use them, exercise them, or change them. We all need help. The best coaches I've had are also those who are the best students- they thirst for knowledge. They seek it out. They listen. They learn. They mess up and they re-calibrate and learn from their mistakes. The best coaches do not yell commands- they explain technique, they internalize goals, they invest in you. My coach knows the nuances of my strengths, weaknesses and personalities- almost embarrassingly so. He knows when I shoot him an evil glance that he should laugh at me, but maybe shouldn't do that to the girl I'm working alongside. He knows when to remind me of my "why". He knows that he will have to remind me 400 billion times to rotate my shoulders the right way whenever I have a bar over my head. And beyond knowing me, he knows his stuff. He knows how body mechanics work. He knows the role nutrition plays in athletes and normal people. He just knows stuff. It's reassuring. It's inspiring. And it allows me to focus on my training and intensity, rather than wondering if the person I'm allowing to lead me knows what the heck he's talking about.
Life Lesson: You don't know everything. Surround yourself with people that know more than you and allow them to show you. There's a time and place to be a leader, a teacher, and there are more times than not to be a student. When that time comes, be a good one, and learn something.
3- You're going to fail.
This is the greatest thing I've learned in the last 10 months of Crossfitting. In the past 10 months, I've been to 2 weddings, I've been on 3 vacations, I've celebrated countless birthdays, parties and just-because events where I missed workouts. I've gone off the grid with my food on more occasions than I'd like to admit (at least once a month!) and have not had a month go by where I haven't indulged in ice cream. I've seen my scale go up and down and up again. Not by much, but by enough to temporarily freak me out. I've gone for a 200 lb front squat (twice) and have dropped the bar. Same thing with a 133 lb clean and jerk. On more than one occasion, the clock of a time cap has beaten my abilities. And you know what all that means? Nothing. It means I've woken up the next day to try again. I haven't beaten myself up over my affair with Ben and Jerry's. I haven't shamed myself into never going for a 200 lb front squat again. No. I mess up, and I don't judge myself for it. In fact, I don't judge myself for what I do RIGHT, either....What I judge myself for, and praise myself for, is my ability to try again. Do better, streamline efforts, try harder. Because even though the scale has jumped around, I've still lost 50 lbs in 10 months. And even though I *still* haven't hit 200 lbs with my front squat, I've PR'ed my original front squat in January 2013 by 85 lbs, and ultimately (soon), I WILL get to my goal body weight and I WILL hit the physical milestones I'm aiming for. It just won't be a straight line from point A to point B. And it will require the decision to constantly get up and try, try again.
Life Lesson: Failure is your friend, and it isn't something to be ashamed of. If you're not failing at something, you're just not aiming high enough. You should be failing every, single day. EVERY. DAY. Otherwise you're staying still.
4- There's no such thing as "overnight success"
I get so aggravated when I see posts of people who started Crossfit 5 months ago, lost half their body weight, and are back squatting double their original body weight. I mean, good for them, but those people are anomalies. They're the exception to the rule. The rule, is that good stuff takes time. You don't build your body overnight. You don't improve your weaknesses overnight. You don't go from never picking up a barbell to having perfect form overnight. The weight loss industry is a multi-billion dollar industry for a reason: Everyone wants a quick fix. No one is immune to the fantasy of Biggest Loser style weight loss (hellloooo), or Rich Froning level results. But "Biggest Loser" is a tv show, not a diet. Contestants are separated from everything (temptation, especially) for months, and worked out 5-7 hours a day to get those results (which are not necessarily healthy). Rich Froning is PAID to be a Crossfit athlete. He doesn't just show up for a 1 hour WOD and look and perform like that. He's said in interviews before that competitions (Crossfit Games included) are like "rest days" in comparison to what he does on a daily basis. The majority of us have jobs, families, and lives that we balance with Crossfit...and that's ok. Your results will show up after days and days and weeks and weeks of commitment, and only then. If you get there sooner, consider yourself lucky....the exception to the rule.
Life lesson: You want something? Good. Start working for it and never stop. Almost never will the effort NOT pay off in some way shape or form. And if it doesn't, then you get to say with 100% conviction that you literally did everything you could. Look around at your friends that you consider successful in any area of their life. They don't get there by magic or luck (most of the time). They get there by doing what the majority of us talk about doing, but never put to action. Put action behind your convictions and know that if it's important to you, it's not a "months" long project: It's a forever kinda thing. Want to be in love? Fall in love EVERY day for the rest of your life. Want to have a killer body? Commit to working out and eating right EVERY day for the rest of your life. Want a flourishing career? Consistently challenge yourself, perform and accept responsibility EVERY day for the rest of your life. Big things will happen, but it'll be slow. The time's gonna pass anyway, so you might as well get comfortable being uncomfortable while you bust your butt day in and day out so you have something to show for it at the end.
5- It's all about the people
Humans are pack animals. We're tribal. Even loners and introverts need some form of socialization, interaction and all-out love. If you're going to do all of the above- commit, learn, fail, succeed- you're going to want to do it around people. Why? Because, in relation to Crossfit, some days, the people are the only reason I go. A LOT of days, the people are the only reason I succeed. If I'm tired or sore or <insert excuse here> but I know so-and-so will be happy to see me, or vice versa, I'll show up. And almost inevitably, if I show up, I'm going to give my all. The showing up is almost always the hardest part. If your "tribe" is waiting for you, it makes it the easiest part. On days when you show up on your own, but can't seem to light your fire, your "tribe" inspires you to keep going. Like a good coach, they know when to push you forward (and how), and they know when to encourage and support you. I don't know that I've ever met one human that excelled (I'm talking above and beyond their own expectations) long-term without the help and support of others. You'll start for yourself. You'll keep going for results. You'll stay for the people.
Life lesson: See the bold above. That goes for any and everything in your life.
As always, if you're in Nashville and interested in becoming a member of the "tribe" I am THRILLED to belong to, and train under the coach I am HONORED to learn from, visit www.nashvillebarbell.com
Fridays are my favorite! The hard-workin' week is over and it's time to celebrate. And what better way to celebrate than throwing some weight around? Literally.
-Get at least 7 hours of sleep the night before
-Eat clean with the exception of ONE sweet
-Drink lots of water (over 120 oz)
-Do something for someone else
Mission: Crossfit Hard
Accomplished? Yes! Our Fridays at Nashville Barbell are the most fun. My non-crossfit friends have taken to calling it my "protein party" (because although it always involves lots of weights, it also sometimes involves food.... and, confession, it ain't always protein ;) But it IS always a party). Tonight's workout (because I forgot to snap a picture of the board) was the "bear complex"- a power snatch, push jerk, back squat and push jerk for strength. The actual WOD was that movement at 80% of our maximum (my max was 113...I think I could've done more), plus a handstand hold for as long as possible for 7 minutes. It. Was. Fun. Really enjoyed this workout.
Mission: Get 7 hour of sleep the night before
Accomplished? Thank God I FINALLY got this one on the money! My body's been begging me for sleep; a request that's fallen mainly on deaf ears. But I did finally get some shut-eye last night. Woo-hoo!!
Mission: Eat Clean, and have a sweet treat
Accomplished? Wait- a WHAT? I'm allowing myself a sweet? Yes, yes I am. On Oly nights, I give myself the OPTION of having dessert. Otherwise I might go crazy! It's not about even taking the option, always, it's about having it. Here's what today looked like nutritionally:
I find my weight loss works best when I "spike" my calories once a week. It's like it jumps starts my metabolism and gets it working harder. So was my mission accomplished? Yes! If you took out my sweet treat, I'd actually be way UNDER my calories. I'm fueled and ready for a double-workout tomorrow!!
Mission: Water, water, water
Accomplished? Can't believe I failed this one, but I did. The day got away from me, and I found myself with an empty water bottle several times. Bleh. Well- y'all know what happens when this happens- IMMEDIATE goal for tomorrow!! :)
Mission: Do something for someone else
Accomplished? Yes indeed! For details, head over to my facebook page and see what I'm offering up!
I know this is short and Ben-and-Jerry's sweet tonight, but this gal is TIRED! Love and water bottles and achy muscles to you all :)