So, that happened. I’m proud of myself that I didn’t really freak out. I was driving to work, heard a loud noise. Like a gun shot. Assuming I had been hit, I began patting my chest wondering if I was in shock from the bullet wound and that’s why I couldn’t feel it. I came to, and looked in the rearview mirror to see huge chunks of my tire hitting the windshield of the school bus beind me. I was on a pretty busy road and luckily there was a neighborhood close. I pulled in and again tried not to freak out. I had 7 miles to empty. And it was cold. I began to wonder about frost bite. How was I going to teach yoga with no toes? Okay, maybe I freaked out a little. A co-worker picked me up, and I got to work. My amazing husband, and equally amazing father-in-law came to my rescue, changed my tire and brought my car to work. My FIL was “impressed” by my blown out tire…saying he had never seen anything like it. My husband told him that he should have seen the last one. Yes, I run into curbs. A lot.
Going to the mechanic shop is always a treat. I mean that with total sarcasm and love. Mine has a pot of coffee sitting from 1978, with no organic half-and-half or stevia packets. (I am spoiled) I mean who drinks coffee black? The smells alone at this place could possibly kill you. But, this place is my jam, and it’s where I always go. They took forever because I needed my oil changed, new brakes and some other piece they guy came out and showed me while shaking his head. Stuff was dripping from it. More than my head was shaking when I paid the bill. He told me it would be like driving a brand new car. I told him it better be like that since I basically just bought one. Meant again with sarcasm and love.
I did get a chance to read a book I borrowed from a friend. Your Dieting Daughter by Carolyn Costin. I have dealt with some type of disordered eating for over 2 decades. I do not want my daughter to fall into the same trap. I want her to see her body as an awesome machine that we fuel with food so we can run, dance, and play. I even “fired” her pediatrician for telling me IN FRONT OF HER that she needed to lose 8 pounds. She was 9 years old at the time. My heart still hurts even remembering this…she cried on the way home in the backseat.
This book reminds us to be role models as mothers, and supporters as fathers. Using food as fuel for our body, never as reward/punishment. Using exercise as a way to bond together, relieve stress, and renew our energy. Not as a means to lose weight, or burn calories. Treating our own bodies with respect and care, and modeling this for our daughters. Not to over focus on weight or appearance. At my house we talk about the “rainbow” that should be on our plate. Lots of colors. (HINT: healthy food is colorful.)
Think about the things you say to little girls….”you are so cute with your pigtails.” “you look so pretty dressed in pink.” And then boys…”you are so smart to put those Legos together.” or “look how far you threw that ball!” Whoa. From infancy, girls get attention for their appearance, and boys for tasks they perform.
The old, do as I say, not as I do will not work here. We need to be clear and comfortable with our own relationship with our body, eating and weight.