Hello all! Today I would like to talk about a topic that is very personal for me... eating cheeseburgers. I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
I decided to write this post after one of the many times I've been told to eat a cheeseburger. As I've been more open about my running and sharing my progress, many comments have come in through social media. Most are very supportive, but I've also gotten a small bit of resistance. Friends and acquaintances have questioned my new passion for running.
"Why are you running so much?"
"You're too skinny already."
"You need to eat a cheeseburger, not run."
Now before you get all, "Wahhh, you're skinny. Don't complain!" Hear me out.
I've been thin my whole life. I started in ballet around age five and continued until seventeen. While being thin was a very important part of being a successful ballerina, I never had to really work at it. I would dance 8 hours a day (went to high school half days), and I would eat my dinner in the car on the way home from ballet. On weekends, after a full day of dancing on Saturdays, my friend and I would eat a full box of pizza rolls while watching old ballet videos. Ice cream after that. No matter what we ate, we would burn it off in the next day of strenuous dancing.
Age ten or eleven? Myself in the middle with some ballet friends in Taiwan
Once I quit ballet and went to college (best decision I ever made), I still worked out, but definitely didn't enjoy it. I ran a tiny bit on the treadmill and used the elliptical, and I was bored to tears! It made me sad that I couldn't find a form of exercise that I liked even a tenth as much as I enjoyed ballet. My diet was so-so. I would eat some junk food, and then get back on track with a normal, healthy diet. Throughout all of this, my weight stayed the same, and I was happy with the way I looked.
Junior year of college Spring Break
After college, I was on the same diet and exercise plan as before: weighing myself occasionally, running when I had time, and sticking to a fairly healthy diet. I was still happy with how I looked at this point.
So fast forward a few years, and that brings us to June of this year. Over the past few months, I've been in "half marathon/marathon training mode." I've lost a little too much weight from not replacing the calories burnt by running 20-30 miles/week. I wont get into the details, but my body wasn't happy. Well, you know you can always count on a cruise to pack on a few LB's and get you back to a healthy baseline. :)
Now that I'm back to where I need to be on my weight, I'm really paying attention to eating enough. I'm huge on fresh fruit, cottage cheese, almonds, hummus, and veggies. I eat that almost every day in addition to my normal meals. I am the happiest I've been with how I look in a long time. I'm gaining muscle tone, happy with my weight, and most importantly, feeling the best I've felt in years!
Here is where the cheeseburger thing really starts to bug me. By telling me that I need to eat a cheeseburger, you're telling me that there's something wrong with the way I look. There is nothing wrong with the way I look. I'm a naturally thin person, who is perfectly healthy, and again, feels fantastic.
I'm not saying this to "attack" those friends, family and coworkers who have made these comments in the past. I know that they're being honest and maybe even trying to compliment me?
I know this can make me look like I'm being a little too sensitive, and maybe I am, but I have to get it off my chest. People (mostly when I was a teen) have asked how I found pants that fit, why I was so thin, if I had an eating disorder, they have assumed that I had an eating disorder, and gossiped about my "eating disorder" (that they had assumed existed).
I guess my point is that I would never tell someone that they DON'T need to eat a cheeseburger, so why would someone tell me that I DO? Talking directly to someone about their weight is fine, but when you're giving your unsolicited opinion about what is wrong with their weight, I think that is rude.
Well, I'm here to say, that I'm over it. I don't mean it passive aggressively. I truly mean it. People can go on telling me that I need to eat a cheeseburger, and I will smile and laugh, then move the subject along.
What are your thoughts?