Monday, October 13, 2014

Redefined

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This topic is a little bit more personal and serious, so if that's not what you're into, you may want to turn back now. It's also a bit longer, because this is something I care about, so I've got opinions. You have been warned! 

Before I start, let me share a resource that has been invaluable to changing the way I view my own body:
I really love this organization. I love it because body image and the media is something to which I had never really given much thought. I knew some girls had low self-esteem, and that was a problem, but otherwise, I remained indifferent. However, as I read the information provided by the girls at beautyRedfined, I realized how true their message is. I was able to see the evidence of it's truth in my own life. As I learned more, I felt like a burden was being lifted from my shoulders. I hope it does the same for all those who out there who feel as though they are engaged in a power struggle with their body.

The thing is, you guys, I don't think I can name one woman I know who, if they don't have a diagnosed "eating disorder," hasn't demonstrated disordered eating in some form, or at the very least a skewed perspective on food, health, beauty, and body image. 
Women go on diets. 
They skip meals when they "feel fat," or want to "feel skinny" (fat and skinny aren't feelings).
They separate foods into "good" and "bad" categories, and feel guilty when they eat a "bad food."
They stress about being able to "lose the baby weight" after their body has just performed a miraculous feat. 
They take a taste of food then spit it out without swallowing, to avoid ingesting the calories. 
They cut out entire food groups from their diet (i.e. "I'm off sugar," "I don't eat carbs," etc).
They review everything they have had to eat that day.
They buy into the latest weight loss fads and cleanses, stress when they don't make it to the gym that day, and speak negatively about their bodies and appearance. 
They check the mirror, examining every bulge, roll, and curve to make sure it hasn't grown since they woke up that morning. 
And, consciously or unconsciously, women compare themselves to other women, whether it's friends and family members, the jogger they drove past, or actresses and models in the media. 
In fact, the first time I remember consciously worrying about my own body was at my preschool graduation. I know, right? I was four or five and wearing shorts. I remember wondering why my thighs did not look like the little girl's sitting next to me, and wishing mine looked more like hers.
Somehow, many of these behaviors have become normal and acceptable. 
And if you're not currently engaging in some sort of weight loss journey yourself, you almost feel guilty, don't you? Shouldn't you be trying to keep up with everyone else who is losing weight?

What a way to live. It's a lot of pressure, and it comes at you externally as well as internally. I've done many of the things listed above. I have been aware of my body and it's "imperfections" for as long as I can remember, and began demonstrating a distorted mentality regarding food, weight, and my own body at a very young age. Eventually, for a short time, I began resorting to extremes because I wanted to look a certain way.  But you know what? None of it worked; not permanently. I was never completely satisfied if I lost weight, and I didn't do it in healthy or realistic ways, so it all came back anyway.  Life from ages 12-23 was stressful, frustrating, and limited, more so than I even realized it was, due to consistent worry and distress over my weight.  And guess what? I was not, nor have I ever been, fat or overweight. In fact, I was often told how thin I was. I loved comments like those. 

So, if I was never overweight, why all the concern?

I think I, like many people, was more afraid of becoming fat. Of the stigma. The message we constantly receive is that "overweight" body types are unacceptable. The media tells us that if you don't fit into an aesthetically acceptable weight category (or even if you do, but your thighs touch, or you have hips, or your tummy sticks out a little bit), you are unattractive, you must be fixed, boys won't want you, you will be alone, you will be unhappy (or at least not as happy as you could be if you were skinny), etc. You don't deserve the same kind of happiness others do. When you're thin,(or "fit," or "toned," or whatever trendy adjective is currently being used to disguise the word "skinny"), the media portrays the opposite scenario. The thinner you are, the more attractive, desirable, satisfied, loved, and together you must be. These messages are obviously untrue on both counts, but for a very long time, I wasn't aware I had bought into the lies. From a very young age, though these messages may not have been consciously processed, I heard them loud and clear from many different sources, but none more loudly and more insistently than the media-T.V. shows, movies, magazines, commercials, books, music, etc. 


Bodies are meant to be cared for, because their purpose is to allow you live a fulfilling life. When functioning properly, bodies are meant to allow a person to see, hear, smell, feel, and taste wonderful things. It's meant to actively engage in activities that interest you, that you love to do, that are good for you. Bodies are supposed to be taken care of, so that you can experience and participate in all the great things life has to offer. So of course you should strive to be healthy!

But since when did "healthy" translate to looking a certain way?

Last I checked, healthy is a state of being, a "state of being fit," "wholesome, sound, not diseased," or, my favorite: "of sound and vigorous mentality." Nothing in there about hitting some arbitrary number on the scale or fitting into size ___ jeans. 
Some people might say: "Sure, but I know I'm the most healthy for me when I'm size ___ pant/___lbs." However, if you're distressed and feeling negatively about yourself because you're not currently that size or number, or if you are fixated on maintaining it, then that is not a "sound and vigorous mentality." Not healthy. Motivation to be healthy should stem from desires to act, to play, to fully experience life-not from a desire to look a specific way. True and lasting happiness doesn't come from appearance, because by nature, bodies and looks do not stay the same. They grow, they age, and they reflect life's greatest adventures, some of which necessitate body changes. So, while being healthy is a worthy goal and one we should all strive to pursue, if your perception of "healthy" revolves around achieving certain beauty standards and appearing a particular way (i.e. "lean," "toned," "in-shape" "insert-trendy-adjective-here," etc), you won't ever be truly healthy, and it becomes difficult to achieve genuine happiness and fulfillment.

Healthy looks different on everybody...meaning that people who don't fit the media standard of beauty (a.k.a rail thin) may be completely normal, healthy, fit individuals. Additionally, those who are rail thin may also be completely normal, fit, and healthy. None of us are exactly the same...so why are we all expected to fit the exact same mold and aspire to the same standard of appearance? Since when did the terms "healthy," "beautiful," "in-shape," etc become so one-dimensional?


I would encourage everyone, male and female, young and old, to learn more about how our society has succumbed to media-created ideals and bought into complex marketing schemes. Educate yourself on how the media has normalized and mainstreamed pornography, and how it's affecting men, women, and body expectations. Become discerning, learn how to recognize and filter the insidious messages disguised as entertainment and flashy advertising that we're exposed to at every turn. Get a true perspective regarding your own body, as well as how bodies in general are exploited in the name of money, sex, and fashion. 
Letting go of weight worries is a conscious decision that I have to make every day, but doing so has changed my life exponentially for the better. I hope this does the same for someone else.

*This post was written awhile ago, but I wanted to repost it. If you made it all the way down here, you're patient! And thanks for reading :)

Monday, October 6, 2014

Eye Candy


Life has been busy.
What with our second cross-country move in four months, starting a new job, finding an apartment, visiting family, and waiting a week for all of our belongings to get here, there hasn't been a lot of time to blog.

Updates:
  • We made it to Washington, found an apartment the first day, and have been waiting a week for the movers to deliver the rest of our belongings. I'm getting excited to unpack and get settled in our new home. 
  • Baby boy has been kicking a ton. As in, 24/7. I don't think he ever sleeps. He makes my entire stomach and anything resting on it jump and twitch. I'm excited for him to get here, but if his current activity level is any indication, it looks like nobody will be getting much sleep around here for awhile.
  •  A celebrity couple gave their baby girl one of the (completely masculine) names we liked for our son, and I am now very irritated with famous people and their name-hogging tendencies. There are plenty of perfectly good girl names out there. They are starting to force us parents of boys to name our sons after nouns and verbs that have some sort of masculine connotation, like Archer and Thorn. It's really getting ridiculous.
  • We spent Conference Weekend at my parent's house. It's so great to be within driving distance!
  • I forgot how much I love and miss the Northwest. It's beautiful here, and it smells like autumn. Yum.
Colt's mom emailed me these pictures of him from a few years ago. I never was one to think trucks and motorcycles were especially sexy...until I met Colton. I remember the first time I saw him driving his big pickup truck out of the apartment complex. Or catching a glimpse of him as he was working on his beautiful blue motorcycle...
Swoon.


I mean...seriously. What a stud.
Sometimes I don't know how I was able to snag this one.
I like to think it was my charming wit and sassy repartee. But if we're being honest, I think my behind may have had a slightly more significant role than I'm willing to give it credit for.
I mean, he is a truck-drivin', gun-shootin' dirtbike-ridin' manly man, after all. And I ran a lot of miles back then.


Monday, September 15, 2014

Good News!

We finally were able to get in for the echocardiogram last week. A specialist took a very detailed look at little man's tiny heart, and at the end confirmed that everything looked normal! Big relief. So glad that all is well in there.

We also finally got the go-ahead from the moving company. They will be here tomorrow to pack up and move all of our belongings back west! Wahoo! We will leave on Wednesday, with stops in Denver, Utah, and Oregon before arriving for good in our new home. Which we don't have yet. It's just too risky to get locked into a rental agreement before seeing the apartment yourself. If all goes according to plan, we will get there a few days before Colt starts work, and we will spend the time looking for a place to live. Keep your fingers crossed for us!

Also, I may have been tinkering around on the internet to get an idea of what our little boy could look like. 
Yeesh. Never a good idea. Forgive me, but all internet-generated babies look like creeps.
Also, this kid-bot is full on ginger. Is it even genetically possible for our babies to have red hair?  There are no red-heads in either of our families, although in some lights my hair can look slightly coppery, and Colt is super fair-haired and fair-skinned, with lots of sexy freckles and a beard that grows in red...
I suppose if I end up giving birth to a little redhead, I can't say there were no signs. He'll be our "Lucky Charm!" 
Seriously, though, I'm a little sorry I posted the picture. His gaze seems to penetrate the depths of your soul, and not in a good way. Feel free to exit as quickly as possible, before he learns all of your darkest secrets.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Running While Pregnant

I've been running since I was 15, but honestly, in the last couple years I've been slacking. What with grad school, working full-time, getting married and then pregnant, and moving across the country, it's been busy! I went from running almost every day, to about three days, to about...one, if I was lucky. 
But I've missed it so. And since I never gave up running completely, and was doing a lot of cycling and other forms of cardio, I figured (with the approval of my doctor) I could start going regularly now that I have more free time, even though I'm pregnant. My dad and I want to run a half marathon next summer after little man has exited my uterus, so I'm hoping I won't have to start training completely from scratch.

I've been running a few days a week lately, and I've found that running while pregnant has a bit of a learning curve. You have to be really aware of your body and how you are feeling, because "pushing through it" is no longer recommended. In the past, if I felt tired or my knee was tweaky or I had a side ache, I kept going. No pain, no gain, right? No longer, my friends. The new motto over here is 
"No pain=No problems. You don't have to go on bedrest!" 
So, I have to make sure I don't go too fast or too hard. In fact, if I get to a point where I can't have a conversation or whistle while I'm running, I have to slow down. I run alone, so don't mind me. I'm the one whistling a song and talking to myself every few minutes or so. Just checking in.
And this. So much truth, especially during a run:
Also, I'm five and a half months along, so I'm kind of at the weird stage where people don't automatically assume I'm pregnant. I'm showing, but not in a super obvious way. I just look a little...thick. But I am pregnant, and I am SLOW. So slow. Like, there was a very pleasant 70 year old man running on the track this morning, and we were probably going about the same pace. Part of this is due to the fact that as soon as I start to feel like I'm breathing too hard, or I notice I'm going a little fast, or I feel the ligaments in my belly start to pull, I slow waaaay down.  But, for some reason, pregnancy also just makes you slow. In fact, I'm slower than I was in 7th grade. Which is sad, but also kind of funny, because most people don't know that I'm running for two. So I just look like a perfectly healthy girl with a bit of a tummy, running slower than my elderly counterparts.
Additionally, I have to use a belly support band now. Like I said, my belly isn't super big yet, but it's big enough that I'm experiencing some stretching pains, especially while running. The ligaments in my stomach and sides are stretching, and when you add the jaunty bounce that occurs while jogging, it feels like a painful side-ache is encompassing my entire lower abdomen. Ouch. This is especially frustrating, because I'm going so slow that I'm not tired, and my legs and lungs feel like they could go forever. I want so badly to keep running, but my baby bump hurts, man! And I'm not supposed to run through the pain anymore, remember? So I went and bought a belly support band, and used it for the first time this morning. It really seemed to help. I had an actual side-cramp when I started, but it went away pretty quickly and the rest of the run was super comfortable. Hopefully the band will continue to work as I expand like a balloon.

Despite the learning curve, the aches and pains, and occasional frustrations, pregnant running has been great so far. It feels so nice to get outside, to do something familiar (with a few modifications).  If you have realistic expectations for yourself, and you're willing to forget about pace/time, listen to your body and your baby, and be flexible with your mileage, I think it can be an enjoyable experience for anyone who wants to give it a try.

Ask me again in a couple months if I still feel the same way.


Saturday, September 6, 2014

Washington D.C.

After my mom and sister left, Colt and I took a day trip to Washington D.C.  Despite the heat and humidity, it was still a lot of fun to see these famous monuments in person. I also liked how everything was close together, and how open the city was. It was a lot less busy and crowded than NYC.

The White House ✓
The National Monument ✓
The World War II Memorial ✓
The Jefferson Memorial ✓
The Lincoln Memorial ✓
The Capitol Building ✓
The Holocaust Museum ✓
The Pentagon ✓
The Washington D.C. Temple ✓

Sorry to our family that there are virtually no pictures of Colt and I. Seriously though, we were so sweaty. It just wasn't happening.

















Things I Can't Find/Are Hard To Find On the East Coast

1. Cinnamon rolls. 
They don't do cinnamon rolls over here. They strictly  consume "sticky buns." Sticky buns are basically a cinnamon roll without the frosting, which defeats the whole purpose, in my opinion. My poor, in-utero son has yet to enjoy the transcendent experience of eating a soft, fluffy cinnamon roll. When we pass through Utah on our way back west, you can bet we will be stopping at Shirley's for a cinnamon roll (in regular, orange, raspberry, and blueberry flavors, obviously). 
For the baby, you guys. For the baby.

2. Fast food restaurants with an indoor (or outdoor) play place for kids.
I thought it would be fun to take my little babysitting charge out for lunch at a fast food restaurant and let her play for awhile on the indoor play structure. I called several places (including McDonald's, which goes to show just how desperate I was getting) before finally finding a play place at a Chick Fil A about a half hour away from us. That's the only one I've seen out here.

3. Tim's Jalapeno Potato Chips/Maui Onion Flavored Potato Chips.
None. Not a single bag to be found out here. But they do love their pretzels. I have never seen so many varieties of bagged pretzels in one aisle. 

4.  7-Eleven.
Ok, there is one 7-Eleven about ten minutes away from our apartment. But that's the only one I have seen out here on the east coast. In Utah, there is literally a 7-Eleven on every other corner. The 7-Eleven equivalent here would be Dunkin Donuts. You can't turn around without running into a Dunkin. But guess what? Dunkin Donuts does not have free Hazelnut creamers to put in your hot chocolate. Nor do they have Slurpees, or cheese danishes. So...

5. Families with more then three kids.
You almost never see families with more than two kids out here. Occasionally, you will see parents or a nanny with three children, but it's always one of two scenarios: a) there is an older child and a set of twins, or b) the family is clearly LDS or Catholic. I have yet to see a family outside of an LDS church building with more than three kids.

6. Entenmann's Classic Glazed Donuts.
They do not exist here. What is this place?!

Yeah, most of these are food related. I'm pregnant, ok?

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Little Mango Baby: 20 Weeks



How Far Along? 20 weeks on Sunday! Five months and counting. Baby's Fruit-Size Equivalent? A mango! I wish I had a Mango Madness flavored Snapple right now. Maternity Clothes? I've worn a couple of maternity shirts, but they are still a little big. Comfy, though! I can still wear my old clothes, but they don't look as good as they used to ;) How Are You Sleeping? Pretty well! But I have some very vivid dreams, and wake up every five minutes to pee. I don't love it. Best moment this week? Having my mom and sister in town. They are completely spoiling me and the babe. Also, we had our 20 week ultrasound, and we got to see our little monkey! Limbs were examined, junk was identified (DEFINITELY a boy). From the front, his little face looks possessed. However, his profile continues to be adorable. We prefer the profile shots. Even better, he appears to be perfectly healthy. Weird pregnancy moment? Just how much I've changed in the last couple of weeks. I wasn't really showing much at all, but then a little gut just kind of appeared this week. I haven't popped completely, but there is definitely a bump. And I get sharp little pains around my abdomen, as the ligaments start to stretch. It's weird and sometimes uncomfortable.  Any Movement: Yes! It's like bubbles inside my belly. I can't wait for Colt to be able to feel it on the outside. Anything making you queasy? Luckily, no! Hopefully the nausea is gone for good. How About Cravings? Scotchy scotch scotch, down into my belly. Just kidding! Toast and jam.  What I'm Looking Forward To: Having the echocardiogram in September. Apparently there was a miscommunication when they told us they would do it at the ultrasound this week. Sheesh. So, we will have a detailed scan of the baby's heart in a couple of weeks. Can't wait to have that behind us.