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One question that leads to body love

Over the past couple of years, a psychology research article from 1997 has made its way into the popular press.  Its topic is an irresistible one:  36 questions to make you fall in love with someone.  Wow– now that’s what I call some powerful science…

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Seriously, though, the research is about how to foster closeness and intimacy and trust.  A New York Times article summarizes it below:

[The study asks whether] intimacy between two strangers can be accelerated by having them ask each other a specific series of personal questions. The 36 questions in the study are broken up into three sets, with each set intended to be more probing than the previous one.

The idea is that mutual vulnerability fosters closeness. To quote the study’s authors, “One key pattern associated with the development of a close relationship among peers is sustained, escalating, reciprocal, personal self-disclosure.” Allowing oneself to be vulnerable with another person can be exceedingly difficult, so this exercise forces the issue.

This idea has taken off; there are even apps for going through the 36 questions (too many to link to).  They’re mainly about disclosure and vulnerability, which is supposed to stimulate warmth and trust and closeness.

So of course I got the app and checked it out.

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(Note:  All of these “woman smiling while… fill in the blank… images are a good topic for another blog post sometime.)

One question really struck me:

19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

My first thought upon reading it was, “oh, I’d stop worrying about my weight”.

I’D STOP WORRYING ABOUT MY WEIGHT.

STOP. WORRYING. ABOUT. MY. WEIGHT.

Oh. Wow. That’s a thought, isn’t it?

My fuller answer to this question was along the lines of, “well, I’d want to spend more time with friends and family, ride my bike more, be active in the ways (old and new) that I like, work (a little), read, write.  And I would stop worrying about diets and body image and the fact that I have clothes in my closet I can’t wear and how I look in a bathing suit and how (not) fast I am on a bike.  And I’d forget about renovating my kitchen.”

Of course this question is silly and unrealistic, and I don’t think for minute that it has anything to do with how we would feel if any of us were in the position of knowing we were closer to death.  What it did do for me, though (and I was very surprised about it) was focus on a big burden I carry with me that I’d really like a reason to shed.

That big burden isn’t (or need not be) my actual weight.  It’s rather my feelings of guilt, fear, shame, anxiety, anger, self-hate, romanticism, idealism, etc. about what my body is and could be in some other possible world (not this one).

In this world, my body cycles, paddles, swims, does errands, cooks food for others, thinks interesting or frivolous thoughts, gives hugs to friends and family, pets all dogs, dresses up in bright colored clothing, cries when it’s sad or very happy, and creates blog posts (among other things).  That’s pretty awesome, once I think about it.

So I guess the study worked– I am feeling closer and more loving to myself, more inclined to trust me and love my own body as it is.  Because it’s rather gorgeous.

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Sam stirs up a lively debate about kids and treadmills and apologizes for ableist assumptions

From http://www.youjustmademylist.com/?p=774

This week on our Facebook page (which if you don’t “like,” maybe you ought to–we share lots of fun stuff there, mostly it’s me posting but some times Tracy, Catherine, and Nat chime in too) I caused a bit of upset when I shared an ad for a kids’ treadmill with a short note saying that I thought this was a terribly sad idea. I wrote, “A treadmill for kids? Can’t they run and play outside? This makes me sad.”

“Bit of upset” is an understatement when it comes to describing our readers’ reactions. I think it was the most controversial thing I’ve ever posted with my feminism called into question.  I was called classist and ableist, elitist and pretentious.

I think I forgot the cardinal rule of being a parent. Never, ever, ever criticize the choices other parents make. I confess I’d kind of forgotten how much shame and blame parents get for their choices. My youngest kids are in their late teens and I tend to forget how judgmental people can be, including me, apparently.

And I was also reminded that social media commentary isn’t like academic life. I get a lot of criticism of my ideas, as a professor, but there’s relatively little name calling.

But thanks for calling me to task. Yes, I was ableist for not considering that not all children can run outside. Yes, I was classist for not remembering that not all families like in neighbourhoods like mine. I’m sorry. I posted quickly, without thinking, and got it wrong. It’s a complicated issue.

Readers reminded me that there are all sorts of reasons parents might choose a treadmill as a way of making sure a kid gets enough movement in their day. Some kids might have disabilities and walking on a treadmill might be better and more supportive than walking outside. Some families live in neighbourhoods where it’s not safe for children to play outside. Some parents think it’s too cold to play outside in Canadian winter and that like adults, kids might prefer to run on the treadmill while watching TV to running outside in the snow. All excellent reasons. Well, except maybe the winter thing. Unless you live in Winnipeg. Otherwise, get a snowsuit and toughen up. Generally, speaking children love playing outside in the cold and the snow.

I’ve mentioned some of the reasons for the kiddie treadmill. What about the reasons against?

Savita, a Fit is a Feminist Issue guest blogger, wrote:  “This treadmill is a terrible idea, for several reasons. First, it is not a medical device, and so insurance will not pay for it. Second, if you live in an unsafe neighbourhood, it’s because you can’t afford a safer neighbourhood. How will a $100 child’s treadmill address the problem? Third, children need unstructured play for their neuromuscular systems and brains to develop. Fourth, weather is no excuse for children not to play outside. Children love running around in the rain, splashing in puddles, and can spend hours playing in the snow. It’s only we adults that find the weather bothersome. Fifth, kids are kids and the novelty of the treadmill will wear off after a few days. And finally….who here equates “treadmill” with “fun”? People call it the “dread mill” for a reason! I won’t judge the people who buy it; my judgement is reserved for the toy company that markets this thing as a “fun and fitness” tool. If you want “fun and fitness”, how about a soccer ball or a hula hoop or a skipping rope?”

Someone else noted, in my defense, that likely what made me sad was the thought that the treadmill could easily be used to make kids (girls especially) be forced into diet and exercise to fit societal thin standards far too young.

Truth be told, my thoughts were more like Savita’s. I’m concerned about the play deficit in our children’s lives, the lack of time spent outdoors in the wild. I’ve argued over at Impact Ethics that we shouldn’t think of debates about kids and physical activity just in terms of exercise. We should think about play and daily movement too.

Some people worry that kids are growing up without “physical literacy.” This includes skills such as balance and range of movement. Think of them as the building blocks of physical competence on which other skills are built. If you don’t acquire some of these skills in your childhood, you’re set up for a lifetime of inactive living. Dean Kriellaars is one of the leading experts in a movement called physical literacy. “A child that has low physical literacy skills has low confidence to perform any activity,” he said. “They have a very limited number of movements they can do well. And all of those bundled together blocks them from participating in any physical activity.” http://www.physicalliteracy.ca/node/48

Many children today lack basic balance skills, for example. When you fall you become less confident and more fearful and thus begins a vicious cycle of inactivity which starts with teachers and parents branding certain children “clumsy.” If you grow up without the basic skills needed to be active, it’s harder yet again to start as an adult.

I’m not sure treadmills help with this.

I got nervous about parents doling out TV and snacks only after children “earned” them by running in place.

But I should have considered the wide range of reasons parents might want a treadmill for their kids.

I also found out this week that neither treadmills for kids nor the debates about them are new. Here’s this from 2008, Mini Treadmills: Anti-Obesity Tool or Death of Playtime?

Parents and toy companies say the child-size equipment can get kids moving and teach a healthy habit. But exercise and child psychiatry experts say at the wrong age, for the wrong reasons, child exercise equipment may do more harm than good.

And Cranky Fitness considers both sides of the issue here.

 What do you think? Are treadmills for kids a good idea or a bad idea? What’s your worry exactly? If you think it’s good, is it always a good thing? 
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Conversations with Gran on nutrition, dementia and euthanasia 

My paternal grandmother, known to me as “Gran” and my kids as “Great Big Gran” (when they were little they thought a great-grandmother was also big, it stuck, names are funny like that), lives in her hometown village in New Brunswick and is my last living grandparent. 

 

Anj, Gran and Grandad around 1985
 I got to spend quite a bit of time with Gran as a kid. She seemed to always need my sister and I to go stay with her for a week over Christmas, March break and summer break. I didn’t realize she was a part of my parents’ childcare strategy, it just felt like a holiday. 

Gran has always been an active person. In her teens she played high school basketball, cross-country skied and loved to walk. 

I looked for pictures of her but they are far and few between, her story is not documented in photos like mine is. 

When she looked after Anj and I walking was exercise, entertainment and how we ran errands to the post office, pharmacy, grocery store and, most importantly, got ice cream. Big heaping scoops of ice cream and lots of desserts. 😀

 

I’m on the left, Anj on the right as we practice racing
 In the winter visits we’d cross-country ski, snowshoe and even go to Mont Farlange to downhill ski. After my grandfather retired and they moved back to McAdam the skiing and snowshoeing were along the perimeter of thier 100 acre wood lot. Our job was to clear the line of limbs and freshen the blaze markings. It was done by hand because gas and a chainsaw were a lot of lugging compared to axes and buck saws. Anj, Gran and I would spend a day trekking as my grandfather cut down trees. 

Gran continues to be in great shape. She shared with me that at some point she was getting stiff, achy and losing mobility. Her doctor suggested stretching as soon as she got up. That was 30 years ago and she still does her twists, stretches and forward bends to touch her toes every morning. She is the kind of person to stick with what works. 

She still gets up early and loves to walk, although now it’s just for 30 minutes instead of the 2 hours she did in her 60s and 70s.

We chat on the phone about once a month and her thoughts turn what her end of life will look like. Her biggest fear has always been to “loose her mind”. We’ve had friends and family with dementia and, given her sharp wit, Gran fears loosing that the most. 

She’s been following the euthanasia debate in Canada. It’s surprising how often we talk about it but she’s seen many people die in many different circumstances. I think the idea of having more control over death is comforting and she hopes the laws will be in place soon. 

Recently Gran received a letter from a former neighbour who is 93. Gran told me how great the penmanship was and how her much older friend always ate meat, not the toast and tea many seniors default too. She’s certain her own weightloss is due to not eating as much as she should, cooking for one seems a bother. 

When I look at Gran I see a woman who has been active her whole life. Her footware of choice are athletic shoes. She dresses in bright colours, a trait we share. I think about how her fitness has served her well, through many challenges, and that sense of vitality still shines through. She bucks the stereotype of the staid little old lady who doesn’t do much and I’m very thankful for that. 

Anj, Dad, me, Grandad and Gran my first year of military college.
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Amazing is the New Realistic (guest post)

The devil is in the details, or so they say, and it can certainly be true of sports. Both because athletic achievement takes many hours or years of dedication and training, but also because of the multiple ways we have of measuring ourselves, evaluating our progress (or lack thereof), and assessing just how well we stack up against others. From within this framework, it becomes quite difficult to appreciate—or even see—one’s own accomplishments. There are so many folks who are faster; heck, even our younger selves were faster! Women are usually quite proficient in spotting our own shortcomings; we can be less good at applauding our hard-won sporting expertise.

Last year I was reminded of this when I registered for a mountain bike race I have done several times in the past, but that nonetheless seemed impossibly intimidating on the day.

I’ve been a bike racer of some sort or another for almost 20 years: I believe my first bike race was in the fall of 1996. It was a collegiate mountain bike race, and I finished somewhere in the middle of the B women.  After that I did road racing somewhat seriously for several years and less seriously for a few more, then reverted to mainly mountain bike racing in around 2007. I have now been competing in the amateur “expert” (Category 1) division for several years. I have won some races, but generally I average mid-pack. I don’t mind this. If I were always winning the expert field, I would just upgrade and get my butt kicked at semi-pro. There is always someone faster. There is always someone more skilled. But I love racing nonetheless. It pushes me, focuses me, makes me take a few risks, and gets me to ride places I wouldn’t otherwise go.

But I am “realistic” about my performances: occasionally a non-biker (or non-racer) friend will say something to me along the lines of, “that’s amazing that you race for such a long time,” or “I can’t believe you go over rocks like that.” I’ll thank them, but I’ll secretly believe they’re wrong: nothing amazing about it, I think, plenty of us do it, and I don’t do it particularly fast. (Those people who beat me: now they’re the ones who might actually be good. Or those who didn’t beat me, but who only recently started riding. Well, you get the picture…) Also, I might think: it’s just bike racing. It’s nothing really important.

But maybe those friends are right. Last year, I cut back on racing and even more on training, plus I started it all late in the year. I had a new focus: I was trying (still trying, along with half of Boston, judging by the popularity of creating writing classes) to write a novel. Of course, undertaking this has exposed me to all sorts of different ways in which my efforts are lacking. There are new experts; new heroines. When you’re trying to write a novel, you’re awed by novelists—they are the ones who have beaten the odds and realized that dream.

This meant that I arrived at a favorite race of mine (for those who know the circuit, it’s the Pinnacle) last year feeling severely out of the swing of racing. It was already June, but it was my first race. Most others had a few under their belts by then. My bike had a couple of small “issues” I had forgotten about (because I hadn’t ridden it much). I wasn’t trained. I hadn’t stopped riding: my commute is long and makes it reasonably easy to fit in road rides during the week, but I hadn’t really done much more than commuting. The course is a pretty tough one: laps are 5-6 miles up and down a big hill (it’s called “pinnacle,” after all), with several technical sections. I would have to do three laps. Even on my best day it would be over two hours.  I remember arriving at the venue, registering, looking around at my fellow racers, all of whom appeared to be fit, ready, with fully functioning bicycles, and thinking: I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not ready. I’m too much on the racing fringe right now. I’m getting too old for it.

I did complete the race, and actually enjoyed it, mostly because I love the course. But in some ways it wasn’t too pretty. I did have to lean heavily on my years of experience to get me through: technique, pacing, and tenacity. It really brought home to me that this sort of racing takes serious commitment, training, and skill. Those are not things you develop overnight. There aren’t too many people who could just show up and ride the way I’d ridden (I shall breezily ignore the preternaturally talented). I thought, maybe having the ability to do these long, grueling, difficult races actually IS kind of amazing. (I also have a new-found admiration for those who have been side-lined, for whatever reason, and who fight to get back into their sport.)

I’m still busy pursuing my writing goals and weekends this year have already taken a turn unlike years past, in that I spend a great deal of time plonked in front of the computer and much less on my bike (I try to fit in more rides midweek). This is good news, I suppose, for any potential novel, but I miss the weekends that used to be a blitz of physical activity. I feel it: my body feels less conditioned and much less challenged. It’s led me to wonder: how would life be for me now, mid-forties, if I hadn’t discovered a sport I love? I suspect it would be much worse. Those who have known me a long time will attest that I’m not a particularly “sporty type”; I’m pretty happy lolling around reading or writing, preferably with a beer. But biking has its claws in me and I’m very thankful it does.

Most of us at this blog have at least one sport or activity we’re committed to and that makes us happy. I say: don’t forget how amazing that is! (Stop exercising for a while and then be daunted by what you were doing if you need to!) You probably didn’t just roll off the couch and do it. You’ve probably been at it for a while. You rock. Celebrate it, and what it’s done to enrich your life!

Fittingly, or perhaps ironically, I can’t decide, after I was done writing this blog post I got today’s mail, and found this had arrived:

efta championship 2015

The Pinnacle is part of a series, and I won the series for my division last year! “Participation points” play a role for sure, but it’s another nice reminder that my sweat and toil added up to something!

Rachel is in-house counsel for the City of Lowell, MA. She was formerly a philosophy professor, and likes to think she remains a philosophical thinker. She rides all sorts of bicycles, but her true love is mountain biking. She races for Bikeman.com (which sadly fails to have an analogue at bikewoman.com).

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Movement, training, staying open (Guest post)

Since I started writing for this blog, I’ve been way more aware of how much I’m moving my body.  And I’m more aware of the distance between my self-identity as an active, fit person and the fact that there are days when, if I had a fitbit, it would probably show less than 2000 steps. (Yesterday I sat at my desk in my home office for 11 hours, and only left my condo to go to the recycling room).

In some ways, I’m very fit for a 51 year old — I did a 6 day bike trip in Vietnam over the holidays, and I hit the first day’s 100+ km without a problem. I can run 10K without thinking about it.  I’ve registered for two fitness-focused fundraising events this summer — the one day ride for the Friends for Life Bike Rally  with the other writers for this blog, and the three day Triadventure, which is the sole source of fundraising for a volunteer project in Uganda I’m co-director of.  (Come join us! It’s a lovely small non-competitive community!) And I’m fantasizing about a cycling/running duathlon in June.

So you’d think I would be training for these events.  But if you look at my actual calendar since I got back from Asia at the beginning of January, I’ve logged maybe 4 runs and 3 visits to the gym. One spinning class. Two yoga classes. That’s it.

Theoretically, I’ve been a “committed athlete” for 21 years.  People assume I work out “all the time.”  And it’s just not true.  Occasionally, this makes me a little panicked — if I don’t have discipline about training now, I never will — how am I going to do these events, how am I going to maintain my lithe ability to move into my 70s and 80s?

And then I realize that this happens every winter.  My relationship to fitness shifts from training to movement.  I can’t plan what I’m going to do — I go to the gym or for a run when I feel itchy and restless.  And then my head clears and I feel better and I remember that it is NEVER a bad idea for me to work out.  Even a hard 5K run on a treadmill when I only have 45 minutes for the gym transforms my mood immediately.

In the winter, I have to reframe what I’m doing as movement, not fitness. And treat it like play. And trust that this play, these impulsive bursts of activity, will keep me fit enough to resume real, focused training in the spring.

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My birthday was the first weekend in February, and my sister and I hatched a plan to go to her off grid cottage in Quebec for a night. In the summer, we boat in; in the winter, it’s usually skiing access across the lake, but the weather is so weird that we couldn’t trust the lake was frozen. So we snow-shoed through the woods until the path ended, then clambered down a steep cliff near the last cottage on the road, carrying food, sleeping bags etc., and navigated the edge of the lake the rest of the way. My brother in law drilled through the ice about every 50 metres to test it.

My two nieces were with us. The 11 year old drooped and periodically threw herself into the snow and just laid there. But I watched the 9 year as she reveled in movement, tromped up the hills.

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She sighed occasionally, but I watched her energy, how she went from pokey to conquering, quiet to chatty. Pink cheeks and swinging arms. Not complaining about the annoyance of her little backpack sagging down her back. Trusting the ice despite the fact that she fell through it two years ago at Easter.

I could see in her what I want to keep alive in myself through the winter — pushing myself out the door, moving in whatever way presents itself, letting it take over me and re-set my body, my mind, to get through this winter feeling open, alive, ready to really train.

Cate works as a consultant and teacher in the space of strategic system change in academic healthcare in Toronto, focusing on creating sustainable, socially accountable healthcare communities. She also co-leads a learning and development project for orphaned and vulnerable youth in Uganda, and takes every chance she can to explore the world. she also blogs at field poppy.wordpress.com.

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Oprah: Eating Bread, Making Bread…

We all know Oprah is a mega-businesswoman above all else, right? She builds an empire on being everyone’s girlfriend, who we can just sit down and gab with, be real, you know? I know! I like her in some ways, or at least I like her carefully cultivated persona. I respect her and think she’s done lots of good.

But let’s not delude ourselves into thinking it’s not all about making money in the end. So why, oh why, did I feel so incredibly disappointed when she jumped on board the Weight Watchers train? She’s not just their latest celebrity spokesperson. No, being the savvy businesswoman she is, Oprah bought a 10% stake in the company late last year.

When Oprah gets behind something, it soars. Oprah’s book club picks had an enormous influence on the publishing industry for awhile:

The book club repeatedly made history. Winfrey got stores to order more than 500,000 copies of a book — not knowing its title, only that it was her next selection. Morrison, who was chosen four times, got a bigger sales boost from Winfrey than from winning the Nobel Prize for Literature.

In other words, what Oprah thinks carries weight. And what Oprah thinks about weight carries weight. Am I the only one who was disappointed, therefore, when Oprah decided to go for Weight Watchers? Am I the only one who wished she’d settled into self-acceptance? Am I the only one who wanted her to espouse body positivity and the idea of health at every size?

Of course she’s promoting Weight Watchers — she stands to make a ton of money. The stock she bought for $43,000,000 last fall is worth about $100,000,000 today. But this whole thing has let me down on several levels.

First of all, it’s that familiar thing of setting yourself up to fail. It’s hard to watch someone do this in such a public way. I don’t know Oprah (despite that she likes to make us all think we do), but I do know that she’s struggled publicly with her weight for decades. And I was kind of happy when I thought she’d settled into acceptance. She seemed to me to be focusing much more on “wellness” than weight loss, with things like her Super Soul Sundays and her connection with people like Ekhart Tolle, Marianne Williamson, and Deepak Choprah. (though–sigh!–she’s now joined with Chopra on a meditation challenge geared towards shedding “extra weight”)

But now she’s gone back to the weight loss theme, with her latest effusive video clip about how much she loves bread and how she’s losing weight on Weight Watchers and eating bread every day!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSOtcyK3hF8

And more than that, she reflects out loud about how she joined WW because inside every overweight woman is “the woman she knows she can be.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNU-pvyhQd4

This gem prompted author Cassie St. Onge to give up trying to lose weight for once and for all. Because..

Oprah is one of the most accomplished, admired, able people in the world. She has an Oscar to keep all her Emmy Awards company. She creates magic for other people and herself on the regular. So if Oprah can’t do permanent lifelong weight loss, maybe it can’t be done. Oprah is also crazy rich. If Oprah can’t buy permanent lifelong weight loss, maybe it can’t be bought. And that sucks.

But it is also incredibly freeing if you, like me, have thought about your weight so many times throughout every day of your life that it becomes as maddening and distracting as if you’d stowed a beating telltale heart beneath your floorboards.

So let’s pause on this for a moment. Oprah, multi-billionaire Oprah with endless resources at her disposal, has not successfully maintained weight loss. She can hire a private chef and a coach, but so far she hasn’t been able to buy permanent weight loss.

And let’s go back for a minute to this thing about “the woman she knows she can be.” Oprah, this is where I felt really let down. Because I would have thought that of all people, you would know that there are more important things. Oh my goodness, I know so many women who think that if they could have just stopped obsessing about food and weight for long enough they would have achieved so much more in their lives, been willing to take more risks, had the energy to do more worthwhile things!

But there goes Oprah, redirecting our attention back to the one thing that supposedly will make all the difference: weight loss! Seriously, I’m with Cassie on this. If Oprah, with all of her accomplishments, isn’t who she wants to be yet but will be when she loses weight, what does that say about what really matters to who we are?

It’s a sad comment. So incredibly sad.

And what’s more sad still is that Oprah is poised to send a whole whack of women back to the drawing board, creating false hope for lasting weight loss. Such is the power of her Midas touch.

And that ad about the bread.

I don’t know. This ad just made me feel irritated because for goodness sake, we’re grown women. Can’t we just love bread without having to make a big statement about it? I mean really? This kind of relates back to my post the other day about not wanting to talk to people about weight loss anymore. And to that whole thing about “eat the damn cupcake.

Just to be clear: Oprah’s taking another kick at the can doesn’t change the stats about success rates. Maintaining weight loss is a huge challenge, much more challenging than losing weight in the first place.

I don’t wish ill on Oprah or anyone who tries Weight Watchers because of Oprah. But I can’t help being disappointed. It’s great that she can eat bread and lose weight, for now. Everyone who loses weight on WW can do that. It’s true. But it requires tough choices, deprivation, mental focus, and a lifelong commitment that statistics show is difficult to make. That doesn’t take into account either the potential for metabolic damage and the lack of nutritional guidance for extremely active people.

I would have thought Oprah herself would have been a great example of how we can achieve greatness, influence, and respect at any weight.

Not achieving lasting weight loss is not about failure or about the inability to release “the woman you know you could be.” I hope that the woman most of us know we can be, or better, we already are, doesn’t depend on achieving and maintaining a certain goal weight. Or on “managing” our bread consumption.

The idea of managing bread consumption within the Weight Watchers “points” approach to food has already been the subject of a spoof. I’m not entirely sure what I think of the spoof, but (1) she does an amazing Oprah-voice and (2) the “plot” suggests that the “managing” approach isn’t going to be sustainable:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrqytXawWZU

 

 

 

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Winter cross training

I’ve been thinking lots lately about outdoor bike riding. I know you’re not shocked. It’s just a month before outdoor rides appear on my training program.

I don’t exactly feel ready though. I’m not in Florida for spring break riding my bike there since my partner Jeff just had surgery and the plan had been to bike together. Instead, he’s home recovering and getting better but we’re not riding our bikes.

However, I am taking advantage of the winter weather now the snow has finally arrived. I’m cross country skiing (Monday), riding the trainer (Tuesday), and fat biking (this Saturday and again with my bike rally team at the end of the month). I might even sneak in some more ice skating.

Now there is just a little bit of winter left, I can even smile about it and enjoy the snow.

Here’s Sarah and me at Circle R Ranch.

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We’re being told to expect a warm spring.

While Londoners continue to dig themselves out from the biggest blast of winter so far in 2016, there’s good news ahead.

Spring 2016 could be one of the warmest on record for Ontario, and Canada as a whole, according to AccuWeather.

London has been treated to a warmer than usual winter so far, all thanks to El Nino. The weather pattern will continue to exert its influence this spring with warmer-than-usual springtime weather.

AccuWeather says spring 2016 has the chance to rank in the top 10 warmest on record for Canada,

In the meantime, I’m enjoying the snow.

Maybe I’ll see you at the Fat Biking demo this Saturday.

Come play in the snow on bikes! It’s a lot of fun.

body image · fitness

Sam has fun at body positive burlesque

I did something fun and out of character and way out of my comfort zone this past weekend. I attended a burlesque workshop at my favourite London clothing store, Renegade.

Why? Partly a challenge from a friend and partly I thought it might make a fun blog post. It’s amazing what we’ll do for blog fodder. Oh, and to be honest, I was curious.

So what did we do? Practically, we learned how to take off gloves sexily and do fun things with boas. Life skills I’m not sure I’ll ever need but it was fun to play.

The context and the theory of burlesque was more interesting to this academic. We heard all about burlesque archetypes like the vamp and the coquette. We also learned about humour and burlesque. If you’re going to trip while taking off your clothes, have fun with it. Be deliberate. Own the trip and stumble. I loved learning about nerd burlesque, combining my interest in Star Wars and Lord of the Rings with taking off clothes on stage. See Nerd Girl Burlesque, for example. Fun.

We also talked lots of body positivity and owning the things that make you feel good.

What’s the fitness connection? There’s not one really. But there is a body image connection and body image and fitness are closely tied.

Body image is connected to fitness in a bunch of interesting ways. It’s both the motivation for lots of women to pursue physical activity. I’ll solve my body image issues by improving my body! Body image anxiety is also the reason lots of women don’t exercise. I can’t go to the gym. I’m too fat!

I think the best route to health and fitness is loving the body you’ve got. Love is a much better motivator than hate. Loving your body doesn’t mean thinking it’s perfect or better than all the others. Loving other people sure doesn’t mean that. And if feeling sexy helps with that, and it seems like it would, and your kind of sexy includes bumping, grinding, twirling and teasing, then give burlesque a try.

(There are classes and workshops with a more direct fitness connection. See Burlesque fitness: learn to tease as you get toned in the Toronto Star: “Burlesque has been titillating audiences since the 17th century, but more recently the dance has been heating up the fitness scene. Think of burlesque dancers as a blend of strippers and showgirls. It’s a strip tease (emphasis on the tease — it’s not about what you take off, but what you leave on) with a big focus on outlandish performances on stage. It’s also an effective workout. The repetitive moves are great for the core and legs, while the dance portion offers up a solid way to get the heart pumping.”)

Oh, and our instructor Belle Jumelle was terrific. Belle is a queer femme from small town Ontario now residing in Toronto after a summer in Yellowknife. She’s a lot of fun. I’d had a few tough weeks and she made me smile. Rumour has it she’s coming back to London and even though burlesque remains something I’d rather watch than do, I’d go again for the fun. I was too shy this time to do anything in front of the class. But next time. Maybe.

 

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Event description: With over 8 years of performance experience under her belt, Toronto based Burlesque Performer Belle Jumelles is a confident woman who has perfected the art of the tease, she has mastered the bump and grind, and wants to share her secrets with you. You have two opportunities to join her at this Renegade edition of Burlesque 101, taking place in the comfort of your favourite retail establishment. This workshop is eye opening, confidence boosting and full of fun! She will cover burlesque history, character types, glove peels, boa teases, moves and shakes that will leave you wanting to shimmy all the way home.

People from all backgrounds are encouraged to attend. Whether this is your first time thinking about burlesque, you have been looking for some inspiration to get you going, or you’d just like to feel awesome in your skin, this course will be informative and insightful. Belle Jumelles believes that all people and body types are beautiful and will help students feel empowered with the confidence to perform, whether onstage or at home. There will be no requirement for nudity in these classes, only confidence boosting moves.

Please come dressed in anything that makes you feel sexy and comfortable. Belle will be providing boas and gloves to borrow in class. But, if you have anything you would like to play with or learn how to use as a prop or costume piece, feel free to bring it with you.

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Shell Game: Why Knowing How Many Calories Your Housework Burns Is a Set-Up

Do you feel annoyed or relieved when you read about how many calories household chores burn? When I read stuff like “These household chores burn the most calories” I feel irked. The article says:

Getting stuck into the vacuuming or hanging out loads of washing may not be the most appealing of pastimes, but a new study has found that doing household chores can burn more than 2,000 calories a week.

Scrubbing the bathroom tiles, doing laundry, washing dishes and vacuuming the house can be the equivalent of a workout at the gym depending, of course, on how thoroughly you’re cleaning.

Okay. So the premise is that cleaning the house is (or can be) equivalent–in terms of the workout value and calories burned–to working out at the gym. Let’s deconstruct that a little bit to show why it annoys me.

1.Since going to the gym is a nice time out from a busy life of commitments and obligations, the possibility that doing housework is actually equivalent to going to the gym is pretty near zero to me.  I get a lot more out of going to the gym than a calorie burn and strength training. I get a mini-vacation from the things that I have to do. Housework doesn’t really do that for me.

2. The article makes it sound as if we’re facing a choice: do the housework or go to the gym. Maybe some of us are busy enough that we actually are. But the thing is, most of us need to do the housework anyway. It’s not as if I can just stop cleaning my bath tub. So those calories burned through housework are part of our daily activities — not extra. That means that if we start “counting” the stuff we do anyway, we’re not going to achieve any extra results. This is because of the body’s amazing adaptive capacity. Once something becomes part of the routine, we need to do more of it for it to continue challenging our body. If you think I’m going to do more housework so I can burn more calories, you are mistaken.

3. I hate the idea of encouraging women (because, face it, that’s the target audience) to find more reasons to fulfill traditional gender roles by seeing the personal benefit in scrubbing the floors.  Catherine blogged about a similar report here. And Sam talked about it awhile back, here. Sam said then that we should be encouraging everyone, not just women, to feel more energetic about housework because it’s good for us.  I lean more towards Catherine’s recommendation:

So I say: step away from the vacuum cleaner, march past the cluttered desk, and avert your eyes while passing the laundry room—at least for long enough to get out there for a walk, run, swim, ride, yoga class, unicycle lesson, game of catch with your dog. The mess will keep until you get back home.

Her point: take care of yourself and then think about the housework.

4. Yes, yes, it’s good go acknowledge that the little things can “count.” What’s good about it is that it can encourage us to incorporate activity into our lives in ways we no longer do. In her post about housework, Sam talks about a study that shows we’re so in love with our modern conveniences that we’re just not all that active anymore. We hire people to do our housework so that we can (according to the study) spend more time watching TV. But if we broaden our view of what counts, it may be that washing our own windows and shoveling our own snow can boost our activity level in ways that should and do count. That’s all fine, but I still think that there is something suspicious about encouraging people to give up leisure activities in favor of household chores.

5. How do you measure progress? One thing that’s decidedly different about the gym or a run or what have you as opposed to housework is that you can measure progress. I can run faster and farther today than I could three years ago. I can see strength gains as I lift heavier or do more reps in the weight room. Beating carpets and pulling weeds might keep me moving and active, but it doesn’t support the same measurable and consistent improvements in strength, endurance, and cardio health as more structured activities that challenge us in ways designed to make us work harder.

I realize it’s complicated. I’ve skipped the gym in favor of shoveling snow before, and I feel super confident that I worked harder moving the snow than I would have that day at the gym. It also felt good to be outside getting some fresh air. But the idea that our household chores can just sub in for running, swimming, cycling, yoga, working out with weights, going to dance class, etc. just doesn’t seem fair to me because those things can add so much to our lives. To say that housework is “equivalent” is to immensely undervalue the worth of taking time specifically for leisure activities.

 

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Cold, cold go away! And cars, please don’t hit me…

Winter started off slowly here. Remember my Boxing Day bike ride? Or my 5 degree bike ride with Nat? Those days are gone. Winter was late to the party this year but it seems to have arrived with a bang.

This weekend: Extreme cold warning issued for London area; wind chills below -30 expected

So no biking for me.

Even dog walking is a bit of a challenge. The sidewalks are snowy and the snow banks are getting high.

Tracy commented recently that I pay attention to pedestrian safety. I didn’t used to even think about it but since moving to London I’ve had two acquaintances killed by drivers while they were out walking, one person I knew from church and another I rode with regularly at the velodrome. Both ongoing acquaintances, both fit healthy women in midlife, dead because they were hit by drivers.

Knowing this makes me a well-prepared dog walker. Usually I wear reflective running gear and brightly coloured clothes but my winter stuff tends to be dark.

Luckily my son got a job with a snow shoveling company. The post came with a super warm, workplace safety approved, high visibility coat. Toasty! (This article details the stages of Canadian cold. I’m at least at Level 6, not caring what I look like.)

So I’m warm and extra visible. Tracy’s recent post got me thinking about the distinction between fear and anxiety. It’s true I take precautions when I’m out walking, and cycling, but once out there I relax and enjoy myself.

How about you? Do you feel safe out walking and running? What steps do you take to stay safe?

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