Yup! I sure am. Yesterday I received a call for the life insurance that my husband and I applied for. I was told that I received a sub-standard rating due to my “build”. It was a tough blow. Just hearing that was the reason, I wanted to cry. Fortunately I had a friend there to listen to me and understand how I felt. Because I didn’t get the same support at home from my husband. Using “build” for determination on services feels so discriminatory. How to you base a decision on weight/height ratios. When all of the blood work you made me do shows how healthy I am when it comes to all of the other important things such as cholesterol, blood sugar, etc. Also, I’m lying…I did cry. I cried a lot over this information. Then reading it in black and white that because I am 5’7″ and on that day weighed 222 (fully dressed), I am deemed below standard. It hurts, it burns, it really sucks.
This. This is the kind of thing that makes things even worse for people like myself. People that struggle with their confidence and fight body issues. The body issues that cause you to want to eat to shove the feelings back down, then when your done you feel even worse. I am lucky to have supportive friends, mother and solid promise to myself. The promise that no matter what I don’t quit working out. No matter how down I am. No matter how much I hate myself that morning. I get up, I move for at least 30 minutes and I put my everything into that workout. I know this all seems harsh, but in all honestly that is how it is for me sometimes and I fight those demons daily. Trying to focus on how strong I feel and how my clothes feel rather than the number on the scale.
This all comes on the heels of me trying to make better choices with the quality and quantity of food I consume. I’ve also rolled back how much exercise I do daily. I felt like I was over taxing my body. I also came to grips with the fact that I am basically a toddler when it comes to food. I love to graze all day rather than sit down and eat a meal. So this week I tried something a little different and ate a regular lunch each day. It’s made a difference in my snacking and in my weight.
Thanks for letting me rant and get this off my chest. Now I just need to move forward and continue to focus on bettering myself. XOXO
Here we are again – it’s Friday! I’ve had a decent start to this week. I filled it with lots of movement. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday I hit my basement at 5am to get my Liift4 on with my virtual workout buddy Shannon. A few of those days I added cycling on after that was complete. Other days I went back to bed for 45 minutes -HA! It’s all about balance right? On Wednesday during my recovery day I did some restorative yoga, then in the afternoon I hit the road for a run/walk before picking up the kids. Then hoofed it around for trick or treating with the kids. I knew candy was on the horizon and I can’t pass that up! Not to mention Shannon was putting the hustle on this week, so I had no excuse to be lazy!
Beginning in November I decided I should start counting calories too. Because as I mentioned in Monday’s post no matter how hard I work out, if I continue to eat like shit the scale will NEVER change. Remembering to track it all is the tough part. I tend to graze all the time. So I would like to tackle that too. Eating meals, rather than snacking all day. I’m effectively a toddler – I snack all day and hate veggies. Haha! I spent some time looking up all the popular candies I like to eat so I can help keep myself accountable. (see my list below) Because if I’m being real, I will still eat the candy. I just need to moderate it. So if you ever see me pass up candy or coffee – be concerned.
I began measuring myself again on Monday mornings when I started Rachel Hollis’ #last90days challenge. It was just another reminder that I needed to get moving again because these measurements aren’t going to change without me making that happen.
