Tuesday, April 01, 2008

The way I was

Hello Running Mommies:
I'm picking through things and trying to get ready to move. I came across a bunch of pictures that included three taken during the Houston Marathon in 2002. I stared at those pictures a long time. I only had two children then. I lived in Texas then. 9/11 was only a few months earlier. I've had two more children since then. I was 38 years old. I felt strong. I was strong. Did I love my weight or think I was in shape then? No. I have struggled with this whole idea this week as I feel like I'm struggling with body image and weight. I look at those pictures and want to look the same. I'm only 3 lbs off from then, but do not feel that strong. Why do I feel so torn up about caring that I'm not the same. I've grown. I'm growing. I want my daughters to be healthy about mind and body and I need to set the example.


Crumbs said...

I thought this was a beautiful post. Isn't it amazing how we can so easily forget where we are when we are right in the thick of it? I thought I was overweight before I had my boy, and I look back at those pictures and see skin & bones. And now, ten pounds above that weight, I still think I'm heavy, but I know in 10, 20, 30 years I'll look back and be pleased...so why is it so hard to live in the now?

U run like a girl! said...

I wish we were not so wrapped up in our weight. My daughter battled bulimia all last year. Every visit to the doctor started with a weight check. She would fall to pieces and cry when she would see weight gain. It made me curse every moment I had ever spent obsessing about my weight in front of her.

When are we going to realize that our weight is just a number? A snapshot of where we are on our journey? In my opinion it is no reflection of the real you.

Hang in there, Trice! You are strong!

MizFit said...

you are strong. and fast. and seemingly quite feisty!

it's a daily battle but you can win.

if not for you for your DAUGHTERS!


Trice said...

Yes, for my daughters. I will do it. I have to do it. Both sides of my family suffer. My side- obesity-- my husband's side starving themselves.