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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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October 26, 2006

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ghost dogI finally have the 24-speed back in my greedy hands, so I've been using it as my regular commuter. It really makes my life that much easier. Yes, I know I could just got off my three-side and walk it up the hill—yes, I know that would be faster. Sigh.

Lately, I've really been struggling with body image. I mean, I haven't been happy that I've gained back the weight that I worked so hard to lose, but just in the last couple months, I've been feeling a brand new sense of self-loathing that is really hard to shake. Especially since my body really doesn't seem to care what I eat, or how much, or what times: it just wants to pack on some more weight.

Shessh. I still commute most days by bike. I still make neighborhood trips by bike. I still do a lot more walking than the average bear. No matter.

Last night, I walked up from work to school. Now, some back story: I didn't get any lunch until 3:30, and had no dinner. I was running entirely on adrenaline.

The distance from work to school is about 3/4 of a mile. In other words, nothing. But it is uphill.

As usual, I was late, I had a heavy satchel, etc, so I was hustling up to school. Totally out of breath.

Sheesh. A year and a half ago, I did the Columbia Gorge Marathon. Now I get out of breath not even running up a hill?

I hate that. I can't even tell you how much I hate that.

Climbing the 3 stories to get to class or lab is more of the same. It is so embarrassing to be the fat sweaty out-of-breath woman, that I walk up one flight of stairs, then walk across the building to another staircase, up another flight, repeat. I'm really dedicated to not taking the elevator, but ugh.

I know I didn't get here overnight, and I won't get out of here overnight, either. I've been trying to ramp up the exercise: making sure I walk the stairs at work, walk a little more, ride a little more. But it feels like I'm making no progress at all.

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Anyways.

The 24-speed had lived on someone's front porch for over a month. In that time, everything that could quickly be stolen, was, and somehow the bike computer got screwed up.

So, I haven't even been looking at the computer. Why bother? And then today, as I was cursing out some drivers who were trying to run me off the road, I saw that I was going 17mph. Huh? Suddenly, the computer was working! And of course, now I'm even more pissed because, damn, I'm moving plenty fast.

I stop at the light, and then when I get the green, proceed... and on the computer, there's nada. Zip. Then I'm into the downhill by the Rose Quarter, and suddenly, it's working again, and I'm going 24mph (it's a downhill, that's about right).

So who knows what's going on, really?

Posted at October 26, 2006

Comments

Come on, VJ, cut yourself some slack!

I dont mean false bravado, but you have a
healthier perspective on all this stuff than any-
one I know. Thats why we keep coming here

bon courage!

Posted by: theo at October 27, 2006 8:53 AM

It's so frustrating to feel like our efforts are not worth it! That feeling has sabotaged me again and again. It seems like it's harder too, when I'm caught in a cycle of negative feelings about my body. When I can try to make the effort to think positively about myself and what I'm doing, things just seem to work better - not faster, but better. Feel free to tell Pollyanna to shush now.
; )

Posted by: Lara at October 28, 2006 8:52 AM

I feel your pain about losing some of your in-shapedness. It's all a continuum though; there's no way I could have even walked the 3/4 of a mile that you did, without getting seriously winded. I haven't been out on my bike in weeks, since the stomach flu. I keep telling myself it's all a matter of what we make time for, but I feel like I have so much on my plate I don't know how to adjust.

I'm sorry I haven't been reading much lately.....I need to get a feed from your blog over here....

Posted by: Cheesepuppet at October 30, 2006 10:01 PM