The past year was a little challenging for me. Initially I was quiet about my issues, I slowly opened up to my closest friends and then after about 4 months I let it all out, opening up to anyone that would listen. Most people were surprised because on the outside you would never know anything was wrong. I had a great race season and was able to spend some quality time in the mountains and on the trails
*Kingman Farm trail race, August 2013 |
I think I started talking as a way of working through what I was feeling. I felt as though what
was happening to me was unfair. It was out of my control and I didn’t like it.
It all started in late March a couple months before I was in full racing mode. By July I had lost 12ish lbs and at my
lightest weight the numbers 1-2-8 showed up on the scale. Part of me was
excited to see numbers that I hadn’t seen since high school but overall I was not feeling
great about the weight loss. I was told by close friends and family that I was *too
skinny* I don’t think I was too skinny. It was just not the side of Sarah they
had seen before, or not the side they had seen in almost 20 years. Honestly, I
didn’t like it mainly because
I wasn’t eating much because I didn’t know how my body was going to respond to what I was eating.
The first seconds I saw that number I was like “oh yeah, holy crap!” Ten
seconds later I was saying to myself “damn girl, you need to eat!” I have said
it before, I am a recovering control freak. I have been trying hard not to over
focus on the things that I cannot control. I really wanted to be in control of
my GI issues and in July I started making changes to my diet. By the fall I had
gained about 5-7 lbs back and was feeling very comfortable at 133-135. I worked
hard to get to that point, I was the fittest I had ever been and I was running
well. The time spent on the trails and running in the mountains paid off! I pretty much could sustain at 135 without
having to focus on my diet. Cool. I was healthy and I felt great, minus the GI
issues.
Surgery and post-op went way better than I had planned. I
felt great. I wasn’t pushing myself too much, I had a great partner, and a
faithful watchdog keeping an eye on me.
After a couple of weeks my lower back and body
was feeling crippled. I was slowly able to sit up right and was able to cough
with minimal pain. After 2 ½ weeks I decided I wanted to start going to the
gym. Just to get my body moving. I stretched a little and sat on the reclining
bike that I had set at level one.
I couldn’t have set it at a harder level if I wanted to, it made me
laugh to have it set at such an easy pace but it felt good to move my body parts! Since I couldn’t drive myself, I
was never at the gym unsupervised! I did go for a short run/shuffle shortly
after that. I needed it. The doc told me I could return to physical activity
slowly, rule of thumb- if it hurts, don’t do it. I followed his orders and made it a slow 1.5 miles.
I did run a 5k on New Years day about 3.5
weeks after surgery. I was careful and it felt good. So I did it. I was excited to be able to fit in my running
clothes! One week later, that all changed. Happy New Year! At week 4 I was able
to return to work part time. I started to notice that the clothes that I wore 1 to 2
weeks earlier were fitting a little tighter. It was still uncomfortable to wear
pants but tight yoga pants weren’t going to be acceptable professional wear at my meetings that week. Feeling
slightly anxious about the fit of my clothes, I blew it off knowing that I was
beginning to increase my activity and the weight wouldn’t stay on for long. One
week later that attitude changed. Devastation took over. Imagine waking up one
morning to find out that you are 10 lbs heavier than you were the day before.
Yep. That pretty much happened to me. I was working part time so once I was
done that first week I was in my comfy clothes until the next week. When I got
dressed for work-ugh. I went though almost all the pants I owned trying to find
a pair that fit. What that heck! At one point, I weighed 147! How was this happening? To top it all off I decided to put my increase in activity on hold. Too
many people were expressing concern about my return to exercise with
talk about internal bleeding etc. I was still active but not as active
as I hoped to be. I have to say that it
is very frustrating to hear things like: “oh geesh, you gained weight, you
could afford a few pounds” or when
people snicker and roll their eyes like
I am over re-acting. REALLY!? How do you
not understand that I have regressed almost 2 years? That’s many miles spent
running, that’s a lot of blood , sweat, and tears. I know I could afford to gain a couple pounds but I have NO clothes that fit and I am feeling uncomfortable in my
own skin again. I am feeling the same feelings at 145 that I felt at 195. Very
depressing. I know I associated my
surgery with a c-section and giving birth to a fibroid but I wasn’t pregnant, I
didn’t have any time to prepare my body or my wardrobe for this kind of weight
gain. I had hoped it was hormonal but nope. The surgeon shot that down. Really?
I went up a whole bra size! I am stuck wearing bras that I haven’t worn in two
years (yes, I at least had some bras around). My body felt like it was
preparing for pregnancy, breast pain, bloating, widened hips. But its not
hormonal. Whatever. I have one pair of running
tights I can fit into. They were my first pair that I bought 3 years ago.
Before surgery they were falling off me. Now-they are a pretty good fit. Out of
control. Not acceptable.
My first post surgery run |
Paleo porridge |
As I stood in my kitchen food prepping last night, I felt pretty good about myself. I found some renewed energy and feel as though I am taking back some control that I had lost. It feels pretty darn good.
I am a big fan of change. I need this change in my life. Taking control over my diet, trying to feel better, putting mind over matter has helped me in all areas. I want to train harder. I want to stop making excuses. I owe it to myself to have #noregrets.
What is left of the flowers given to me by one of my students when I returned to work full time on January 22nd. Today I put the remaining flowers in a small vase that reads Live Well |
*Kingman Farm race photo courtesy of SNAPacidotic
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