Exercising the Right to Exercise – I
September 21, 2009
Although it’s a lot of work to keep it all in balance, I do have good health, overall. I am almost 50 and have to go to the doctor rarely, and lately mostly for help with balancing hormones as I enter the home stretch towards menopause.
But I am afraid to exercise. I mean, really exercise, get in athlete shape. And I want to.
If I were not so insanely ambitious, I’d probably be happy with who I am and how I am body-wise. I am a little overweight and the weight has settled in my middle. I do, however, have low blood pressure and resting heart rate, and my cholesterol levels are close to normal. I eat vegetables and fruits every day and get enough sleep. My partner is sweet to make sure that we walk a half hour a day, twice around the loop in my neighborhood, and feeds me well, whole grains, seeds, nuts, cooked vegetables, and fresh olive oil and spices from the garden. I don’t have any grey hair yet and my skin is good , and my body firm with little cellulite. I should consider myself lucky, and I do.
Except for the fact that I am a dancer, bellydancer, jazz, hip hop, ballroom, and modern, and I am sick and tired of being the middle aged fat woman in the class or performance with the skinny girls. I’m also a soprano vocalist, and tired of the cliche of the fat lady who sings. As a chronic asthmatic, I would love to have the aerobic fitness of a runner or other athlete to support all these activities.
I’m also a bit of a hypochondriac, which is no surprise considering the years of frustrating suffering I went through as a result of peanut and corn and environmental allergies and chemical sensitivity before I got tested for allergies and readjusted my life and diet.
It’s been a long process. For most of my life I’ve had rheumatoid and fibromyalgic symptoms which only just recently abated, when I gave up wheat for the first time (and what a great thing that has been!) and started taking Circumin – tumeric extract – , SAMe, and quercetin on a daily basis.
My family also has a genetic condition we call the “Knowles’ Knees” – wide bones meeting above and below a hyperextended joint with a ridiculously tiny and wobbly little kneecap floating on top of it. combine that with the turnout of a dancer – shortened Iliotibial band along the side of the leg – and a pronated foot, and you have a recipe for chondromalacia patella and chronic knee problems.
My siblings all ran when they were younger, track and cross-country, and all deal with various knee problems still to this day. My mother is working on her second knee replacement.
For most of my life I’ve battled a vicious cycle; don’t exercise, and end up feeling low and depressed; or, exercise, and suffer inflamed irritable bowel, inflamed joints, esp. the knees, and all-over fibromyalgia pain. Don’t exercise, and feel bad about inability to express my talents in dance and performance: or exercise, and go through bouts of working myself up to inspiration and belief that this time, I really could get in good shape and perform, followed by feeling so terrible physically that I just wanted to die. Needless to say, this cycle wasn’t good for the psyche either.
End of Part 1
Chatting with Fat – II
September 21, 2009
Interesting to note that, after writing that first blog this morning and noting how I at times crave chocolate, I went to the kitchen to make lunch and found myself thinking a lot about chocolate.
I cut a small potato in thin slices, one of the bakers we made up a few days ago, and drizzled olive oil on it and popped it in the toaster oven. I’ve read that potato starch is transformed by being refrigerated – have no idea if re-heating it changes that factor – and that cooling potatoes and eating potatoes with olive oil and vinegar all lower the glycemic index dramatically.
Since I am allergic to corn and practically all the white vinegar made these days is from corn, I can try some balsamic and olive oil, as I do love potatoes.
Being a strawberry blonde, I know I do have low serotonin levels (low serotonin, allergies, depression, are all correlated with being blonde and red-headed, and women make far less serotonin than men to begin with) and so I have to be vigilant to keep on top of how I feel using diet, exercise, and mental focus so I don’t slide into depression. Menopause and two to three weeks at a stretch of PMS between my increasingly-infrequent periods don’t help, either.)
I do feel resentful and frustrated at times that learning how to eat in a way that’s healthy for me is so difficult, and made more so because of food allergies and sensitivities.
I also felt angry for decades that it took me so long to learn how to love and to have a decent love relationship. Now that I do know how to do that, I feel incredibly proud of what I have learned and how hard I worked to get here. I hope I feel that way some day about my health and about nutrition.
Oh, and I did eat chocolate when I was done with lunch. I melted two ounces of Baker’s unsweetened chocolate with some agave syrup (low glycemic index) and vanilla extract, and scooped the fluffy mixture into a little custard cup. It had a taste and texture like flourless chocolate cake – delicious – and I instantly started feeling like my mood was elevated, without feeling jacked up on sugar.
I have to remember that whatever we learn through experience about how to live more gracefully in the world is a gift to others, and we’re invariably asked to share our wisdom. As an integralist I’m sure that I will be asked to share what I am learning in this regard, as well. Maybe this blog can help.