It all started with Special K.
Up until 9th grade, I ate a handful of Entenmmans Powdered Donuts as a snack and had knobby knees. I knew that Weight Watchers was something that moms attended on Saturday mornings. And, fruit for dessert was reserved for the grown up table.
I only thought about food in terms of taste (was it Good or Bad?).
I only thought about Being Active in terms of living (were my friends playing Manhunt? Did my brother want to go on a bike ride?).Overall, I was a pretty normal kid. I played some sports, and ate home cooked meals 5 days a week. I begged for a walk to Baskin-Robbins on summer nights.
So, when I say that it all started with Special K, I mean, it forced me to realize that people (me) could Be Fat. And, Being Fat was not good.
And so, Special K started my tenuous relationship with food.
You seethe Special K Diet gained traction during the summer that I entered high school. It aligned perfectly with the most insecure time in a teenagers life. It answered a question that started to creep into the back of everyones minds:
The Special K Diet encouraged us that we should fill (at least) 2 meals per day with this high-sugar, low-calorie cereal speckled with fake strawberries. It gave step-by-step meal plans on the box (Special K bars for snack-time, grass for dinner). It challenged us to lose 10 pounds in two weeks.
It made me think twice (three, four, five) times about eating That. It made me question my every move around food, my calories consumed, my calories burnedmy sanity. It created unrealistic, and unhealthy expectations.
In and of itself, the Diet was a simple marketing ploy that seems oh-so-clear in hindsight. But really, the Special K Diet was just like covering the ground in gasoline before lighting a match for teenage girls across the nation.
It opened the door to the world of Being Fat & Diets & my unhealthy relationship with Being Skinny.
This Diet seemed so simple at first.
Because at first, substituting one or two meals with cereal didnt seem that crazy. But soon, I started to notice my body changing. I realized that eating less calories meant Being Skinnier. And people liked skinny.
I started to like skinnya little too much.
I liked the attention I was getting. I liked the clothes I was wearing.
But, of course this lifestyle wasnt sustainable. Special K doesnt taste that good. Convincing yourself that Special K tastes better, smells better than a whiff of home-cooked pasta is hard. Sometimes, too hard.
So, at the age of 15 I began to realize the dangerous tension of holding yourself back from Eating.
I would go days without eating a real meal except my good old friend Special K. It soon became addicting, like a game. If I could convince myself that the egg sandwich on a bagel dripping with cheese didnt look mouth-watering, I won.
And let me tell you, I won a lot.
I won until I realized, months later, that running 6 miles a day on left me with no power. I realized that 3 days of not eating would lead to a day of binge-ing. A day of eating everything in sight.
Because, my body was panicking.
It didnt know when it would get fuel again.
When I think back on this time, it seems like an alternate life; like I am remembering a different person.
But, you know? Back then, it wasnt crazy. I wasnt different. Everyone around me was doing it, too.
I wasnt alone.
Because, figuring out how to Be Skinnya quality that our society values so muchwhile your body is changing and growing is something that most teenage girls grapple with. It surrounds school locker rooms and parties and days at the beach.
It forces you to lose your innocence.
And the worst part? It is confusing and draining and not to mention, pervasive. Its all you think about. It consumes your entire mind.
Anytime you see food, it becomes a calculation. It is an obsession.
I remember watching people eat a slice of pizza and wondering, Do they know how much they would have to work out to burn that off? Do they realize that equals 47 pieces of celery?
I couldnt figure out if they didnt know, or didnt care. And, I couldnt really fathom how it felt to be in the second boat. It wasnt until I started to train for my first marathon, nearly 8 years later, when I realized that food can be positive.
That Being Skinny was not as freeing as Being Healthy.
That food & exercise can make you feel energized and happy and full. And, full felt good. I never knew what that meant before.
Because, Being Healthy means that you can open a door without staggering backwards. You can move boxes around without asking for help.
You are in charge. And frankly, it is liberating.
As I trained for this marathon, I realized that you cannot physically run 16 miles on yesterdays fuel. You will collapse. And, if I wanted to complete this goal of minerunning a marathonI needed to learn how to take care of my body.
How to Be Healthy. Not just skinny.
And, that meant actually eating. A lot. But, that also meant paying attention to what I was putting in my body. My old mantras and habits wouldnt cut itSpecial K & a bowl of nothing one day, and binges of pizza and pasta the next.
I had to re-learn (or un-learn) my knowledge around food. Kale didnt equal grass anymore. Quinoa wasnt a French greeting. Protein was a necessity.
And hey, these changes meant that I started gaining weight. But, I also felt myself become stronger and happier and fuller. I was full of life because I wasnt consumed by food and weight and the tightness of my clothes anymore.
I was free.
Of course, this is a process. It takes time. I didnt just wake up one day and stop beating myself up for eating risotto and a slice of cake at dinner. But, I learned to embrace those moments. I realized that this is Life, and I need to enjoy it. I wouldnt be measured by my calorie count.
So hey, if this sounds like you or your storyI know. That was me too. Talk about it. Share your story. And know, its a relationship; shit happens and also gets better over time.
Im glad to announce my relationship status with Being Healthy is officially on.