May 14, 2008
I am a
recovered/recovering
anorexic. As weird as
that sounds, I am fully
recovered...trust me...I can eat
more than most could
believe, but I am still
recovering from the damage it did
to both my mind and
spirit.
I work at a gym and the
biggest perk of the job,
besides the fact that I
am able to read non-stop
through all the books I
have been dying to read
through my 3 1/2 years of
literature course
oppression, is that I can
work out for free.
Working out is good for
me. It's healthy. PLUS I
get to for free, right?
I'll get in shape.
...in shape.
Shape has dominated my
mind for ten years
now...for a damn decade.
Shape, weight, food,
exercise... all these
elements of health I have
been obsessed with for
ten years. It's pathetic.
I took the obsession from
healthy, to detrimental,
and now I think back to
healthy again, but I'm
not sure..
The
healty diet part, surprisingly,
I have been able to
handle well. I've learned
to eat
right. I've made some more
health-conscious
decisions---stop eating
red meat, incorporate
fish more regularly into
my diet, utilize fruits
and vegetables,take
vitamins, plow
water---just so I can
feel good. It doesn't
even feel like a diet
because I love all the
things I eat so much.
It's the exercise. I
obsessively exercised two
years away of my
life...it's hard to want
to give it anymore
time...but I know it's
important. I know it's
healthy. There is nothing
wrong with going to the
gym everyday. It's good
for you...but it's not
good for me. Sure, it
helps me get into great
shape, but it destroys my
mind.
I guess it's those girls
at the gym who are so
perfectly in shape
because they go 5 times a
week that make the
Anorexic Anna come out in me. I see
them and look at myseld,
and know I could look
like them if I just put
in the time...
But the time becomes an
obsession to me. If I
don't put it in, I feel
guilty, and lazy and fat.
Even though I limit
myself to three times a
week, I still struggle
with the concept because
I have always associated
exercise with
obligation...something I
have to do to look good.
...look good.
I make myself sick. I try
to pride myself on my
individuality and love of
who I am, yet so strongly
desire to
look good like everyone else. It's
a paradox of emotion that
I really don't
understand.
So thirty minutes a day?
3 times a week. Sure, it
may not seem a lot to or
even enough to a personal
trainer, but it's enough
for me.
And tonight I can't even
handle that.
So here's my health-based
conclusion, tonight, Sex
and the City (maybe a few
ab crunches), cigarettes,
and chicken lasagna are a
more healthy decision to
make for
me than spending two hours
at the gym.
Wow. I feel good.
Listening
Red Hot Chili Peppers , Jimi Hendrix , Ledd Zeppelin , Dave Matthews Band , Tom Petty , Ani DiFranco , The Allman Brothers Band , Elton John , Ben Folds , Rufus Wainwright , The Beatles , Creedence Clearwater Revival , Modest Mouse
Reading
Wally Lamb , Ernest Hemingway , Edith Wharton , Henry James , Jane Austen , The Harry Potter Series , J.D. Salinger , F. Scott Fitzgerald
Goals
-Become a high school English teacher -Acquire doctorate's degree in English -Publish something...anything. -Love myself , wholly and completely.
Occupation(s)
Gym Receptionist , Substitute Teacher , Student
Passions
Freedom , Words , Art , Nature , Animals , Destiny , Knowlege