I’m Thinking Out Loud about body image, and a lot of other very random things today. I think 50% of my readers will nod their head and totally get it; and the other 50% (you lucky ones) will just say, hey, you look great, why are you so hung up on it?
The truth is I am both hung up on it and not hung up on it. Like most people, there are times I am happy with my body, and times I am not so happy with my body. Of course being healthy is the most important thing, and I am always grateful that I am.
Body image effects our confidence and our moods. And sometimes the only way to have a good body image is to love your body for what it does, not for how it looks. That’s the beauty of running, my friends — if you keep at it, even if you never race, it will improve how you feel about your body. It will teach you you can do hard things. It will improve your confidence. It will teach you to be grateful for what your body can do, not for how it looks.
And that will spill over into all areas of your life.
Body Dysmphoric Disorder
Sometimes I wonder: do I suffer from this? So I looked up the definition this week:
pathological preoccupation with an imagined or slight physical defect of one’s body to the point of causing significant stress or behavioral impairment in several areas (as work and personal relationships) <People suffering from body dysmorphic disorder perceive themselves as ugly, fixating on a slight abnormality or an imagined flaw
Okay, no, while there may be parts of my body I’m not overly fond of, I definitely don’t focus on a “slight” physical defect.
And most of the time I’m pretty happy with my body and where it’s at today.
On the other hand, I have, on more than one occasion, had people call me “tiny”, and they’re not just referring to my height (although there is that).
That I don’t see. Perhaps having spent a large part of my adult life overweight I’m never going to see that. It’s very difficult to get that funhouse mirror out of your mind. It’s not that I’m not happy with what I see most of the time, but I just don’t see myself as “tiny”, either.
I’ve fueled; must run
I practice a very loose carb cycling eating plan — I eat more carbs on the days I run. A lot more on long run days!
But somedays I’ve planned to run and I don’t really feel it. Yet if I’ve carbed it, I sort of feel like I have to run. I’m a little tongue in cheek here, folks, but there’s a kernel of truth to that too.
So instead of making sure I have my clothes laid out to motivate me to move (although I do that too), sometimes I just fuel to motivate myself. And then motivate myself with what I’m going to eat after my run.
Don’t judge me!
Over the sales . . . or am I?
The constant salespitches that come into my email box at this time of year start to get old pretty darn quick. There’s more to life (and holidays) than shopping, right?
And yet I continue to indulge in said sales. I might be talking the talk and not walking the walk.
Now really don’t judge me!
Coming clean about sugar
I have a real problem with “sugar free” recipes on Pinterest when I click through to them and they use Splenda. I’d much rather have a little sugar in my life than artificial sweeteners, with the exception of just a little stevia in my tea — occasionally.
I know that technically they are correct in labeling such recipes sugar free, but somehow it really rubs me the wrong way. Am I the only one?
And speaking of being rubbed the wrong way . . .
. . . am I the only one that gets annoyed when my neighbors are having work done, and their contractors park in front of my house? Sometimes said contractors make a real mess, but most of the time it’s just a car parked outside our house.
Please tell me I’m not the only one annoyed by this. I don’t see myself in the role of grinch.
The sock thief
And that would be Bandit, of course. At least his previous owner actually did warn us about that one. Now that he’s more free in the house, he likes going into our bedroom to see if Mr. Judy has left him a sock again.
One day I found him busily eating one on the couch. Thankfully it didn’t seem to really bother him, although I did have to let him out when I got up, and most days he doesn’t go out until after I’ve had my breakfast.
Talk to me. Tell me in the comments:
What’s the weirdest thing your furkid ever ate?
Is it sugar free if it uses artificial sweeteners?
Do you think you suffer from a poor body image?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: