The bold part of the excerpts below also qualifies as my "what I am happy about today" meme. (For me it's not every day and it's been a lot less than fifteen years, but long enough that I really understand what she's talking about.)
http://www.therotund.com/?p=527
The Rotund's guest blogger Rebecca posts about difficulties with the definition of health. Excerpts:
http://www.therotund.com/?p=527
The Rotund's guest blogger Rebecca posts about difficulties with the definition of health. Excerpts:
Sometimes it’s a bit oppressive to live in a culture that believes that regular exercise always leads to a higher exercise capacity. That’s not true for everyone. Because I have CFIDS and fibromyalgia, I’ve been perceived as lazy and deluded.
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I was once told by a massage therapist that the subgroup of her patients who’ve had bad physical reactions to her massage is the same subgroup of her patients who “want to be sick.” [....] Fat folks receive the same blame, the same labels of “difficult.” (If we weren’t difficult we’d have laid off the baby-flavored donuts already and become thin.) Both groups are told we’re lying about our body’s physical workings.
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There’s one way in which being sick and in pain every day for fifteen years makes fatpol a little easier for me. I appreciate what my body can DO. I’m so euphoric on days when I can take a walk or cook a goulash that residual insecurity about fatness wafts away on a breeze of triviality.
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Thinking we can completely control our health has a quality of bargaining with God or performing magical rituals. Of course there are healthful actions people can take. But the degree to which those actions succeed, especially given the myriad other factors in everyone’s life, is often complex and untraceable.
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Date: 11 Dec 2008 11:22 pm (UTC)The first snippet you quote is resonating particularly with me. I spent most of my life believing that laziness was what prevented me from achieving any goal I set for myself, and also buying into those cultural beliefs about exercise. When ADHD treatment started helping me out of "laziness," one of the first things I did was go out and injure my knees by pushing myself too hard on hiking trails.
I'm not actually sick or in pain all that often, but maybe learning to accept my cognitive and physical limitations will still teach me some of the same body-acceptance lessons that she's describing here. It gives me a very appealing goal to shoot for, anyway.
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Date: 11 Dec 2008 11:25 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, when asthma treatment helped my lung capacity, one of the first things I did was injure my leg by pushing myself too hard :)
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Date: 11 Dec 2008 11:25 pm (UTC)Yeah. I was anemic for quite a while and unable to exercise much at all. Now I am not anemic, but my body is in a condition where if I do any new physical activity with the enthusiasm I used to—and want to—bring to physical activity, I get injured.
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Date: 11 Dec 2008 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Dec 2008 11:40 pm (UTC)For a while, I found it a sort of odd coincidence that my identification with "disability" began around two entirely unrelated impairments at nearly the same time. Eventually I put the pieces together and realized the coincidence wasn't at all random.
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Date: 11 Dec 2008 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Dec 2008 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Dec 2008 12:12 am (UTC)Slow and steady wins the race.:)
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Date: 12 Dec 2008 12:13 am (UTC)