BODY IMAGEAll my life I have hated and disparaged my body. Yet as a runner I am continually amazed at what my body achieves with very little protest. This has made me realise that the problem isn't my body, it is the story I tell myself about my body. This is my attempt to change that story once and for all.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Who are we kidding? We are human, and words hurt. I don’t know about you, but far too often I value other people’s opinions much more than my own.
If I’m honest with myself, everything I have done in my life has been partly for me, but mostly to gain approval and acceptance from those around me. From my parents, to my teachers, to my peer group.
Saying that out loud makes it sound like they all must have been demanding, and that I have absolutely no mind of my own. Which isn’t true. It is just that I have a very strong ‘pleaser’ within me.
A couple of days ago I wrote a post about how I came to find respect and compassion for my body. I may even have gone so far as to use the word love. A powerful statement for someone that has spent the majority of her life hiding and disparaging the cells that hold her spirit.
Of course a post like that – read or even written in isolation – is that it makes one think that the destination is reached. Like the end of a movie where everyone holds hands and skips off into the sunset. All is good in the world, and everyone lives happily ever after.
The trouble is that life doesn’t work that way.
At the beginning of 2015 I had signed up to a 12 month coaching programme with Precision Nutrition with the express intention of coming out the end smoking hot and ripped. Hell, I even had fantasies of winning their $25k body transformation prize.
It’s now the beginning of 2016 and I’m here… by my own standards I am a failure. The thing is, I don’t feel like one. Because although I didn’t get what I thought I wanted out of my first year of PN, I got something that I really needed.
So I post a lot about running. And what I share is usually the amazing stuff. The beauty of the places I am exploring or the freedom I feel when I hit my stride and everything is moving and flowing with ease. But not every run is easy. And I think it's important that...