Stuck In Bed, Thoughts Running Through My Head

I have no idea what is going on with my body right now.  Yes, this is an odd start to a imageimagepost on a fitness blog but it’s the truth. As I lie here in bed where I’ve held my position since Tuesday evening with a stomach virus I vaguely recall a woman who rarely had to use a sick day, never mind two in a row.  I type with one finger on my iPad in an attempt to be somewhat productive during this very unproductive time.  I am frustrated but remember a time when I would have been more frustrated.  When I would have expected to have much more control over this body of mine.  Before January 1st, before Eve.

The pictures above were taken on Eve’s last day.  It was New Year’s Day morning.  I put on my running gear and waddled downstairs to the guest room where my husband had retired to the night before (we found it was best for the both of us if we slept apart once I hit 40 weeks and my belly took up most of the bed).  I wanted him to take pictures to send to a few friends of me telling Eve to come out.  She was 3 days overdue and I was getting impatient.  Sometimes I look at those pictures and get angry at the woman in them. Why was I in such a hurry, why didn’t I relish those last moments with my baby girl?  I then think of a quote by the recently deceased Maya Angelou “I did what I knew how to do, now that I know better, I do better”.  Maybe being open to the lessons life is teaching us is all we can do.  The rest is doing the best we can with the knowledge we have.
I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out the healthiest way to cope with Eve’s death but have also realized there is no panacea for the pain. I’ve found many things that help but still nothing that cures. And that is ok. Instead of telling my body what it should do I am thinking it’s about time to let my body tell me what it needs and if sometimes that is to lie here and let it heal so be it. When faced with the fragility of life it doesn’t make sense to compromise health for the sake of what we think we should be doing, how we think we should feel, or what we think we should look like. The bottom line of any health and fitness program is to allow one to lead a happier and more productive life. There will be ups and downs but healthful habits can help us negotiate our way through them.
Yes it is frustrating that all the super foods I’ve been consuming have not turned me into superwoman and sticking to my workout routine did not protect me from picking up a virus I can only assume was waiting for me on one of the four planes I was on this weekend. At the same time it doesn’t frustrate me as much as it would have before that fatal day of January 1st. Maybe that is the gift that Eve has given me, to place more emphasis on what is than what should be. To take what comes and be able to work from there. To recognize that true health goes way beyond the physical. To appreciate that even when things are far from perfect just lying here breathing, something Eve never got to do, is a gift.

The Potential of Energy

A few days ago I went on a walk with a very wise woman.  She is a lifelong dancer and yoga teacher who is very in touch with her body.   She is training to become a personal trainer and was relaying that she would like to teach clients how to work with their own energy in order to produce positive physical results.  She mentioned how she used to beat up on her body to maintain a certain fitness level but realized she could achieve even better results by being kind to it.  As former dancers we are both too aware of how perfectionist ideals of how the body should look can get in the way of health, both physical and mental (Black Swan anyone?) and as fellow “babyloss moms” we’ve both experienced losing a child and the rigors of physically healing a postpartum body while simultaneously working on mental healing in the throes of grief.

Everyday I work with people who are coming to terms with where they are at, both physically and mentally. How do we know and then, once we know, accept and work with the fluctuations of energy and health?  I’ve worked with people with degenerative diseases, those rebounding after overcoming serious illness or injury, people going through major life changes, and everything in between.  In my years as a trainer I can’t recall a single client that has come to me free and clear of physical or mental strain and struggle.  I also can’t recall a client feeling or performing the same way, every session, day after day (maybe because I have never worked with a robot?  I have however choreographed a dance show with life-size puppets but that’s another story for another post…..)

Since life is anything but static I suppose it makes sense that our bodies and energies are so variable.  The most important aspect of any fitness program is to maintain relative flexibility and not just with the physical body.  We have to be flexible with what we do and how we do it, day after day, month after month, year after year (and hopefully decade after decade if we are doing it right!). By listening to what our bodies are telling us and consequently working from there we will always be training the right way.

By no means does this equate to letting ourselves off easy.  In fact it is much easier to perform the same routine day after day, running through the motions like a hamster on a wheel.  It takes work to learn to recognize the bodies cues and even more work to act on them.  As much as it might seem at surface level no ones body is telling them to sit on the couch everyday.  We are wired to move, though maybe not in the same way everyday or in the way the fitness magazines say we have to.  There is not one specific form of movement that “works”.  There are many different forms of movement that work in many different ways.  There is something for everyone no matter what place or point you are at in life.

By working with instead of against our energy we can find ease in the most vigorous workout and challenge in the most gentle one.  We can move in a way that feeds our life rather than detracts from it.  We can burn of excess energy when it needs to be drained and increase energy when our fire needs a little stoking.  We can work with the body to come to a place of physical balance that leaves us better able to find peace mentally, emotionally, and generally in life.

I often get asked if I miss dancing,  in some ways I do but the way I see it I am dancing all the time.  I learned in college that “dancing” and “movement” are not very far apart.  Movement feels so much better when it comes from the inside out rather than the outside in.  A choreographer once told me to “choreograph my life”, I took this to mean figure out what moves you and create a life around it.  I hope to on my best days help others do the same.  Lately I’ve gotten a serious amount of feedback from my body and often it’s been hard to decipher.  Some days my energy leads me to my yoga mat, other days I hit the weights or the road, and often times I do all three.  It’s been a crazy dance and I am still learning the steps.  Hopefully it works out to something beautiful in the end but for now I will just settle in for the ride.

Wide Awake

I think we can all agree that sleep is essential for overall health. There is nothing like a good night’s sleep to make you feel like you are on top of the world. It is during sleep that our muscles recover from an intense workout, the brain files away information and integrates it into memory, and skin cells regenerate and repair (hence the phrase “beauty sleep”). In recent years I’ve struggled with insomnia. It began with a fitness job that required me to reset my entire sleep cycle in order to be at work at 4:45 am each morning. I was frequently nervous that I would oversleep leaving 4 clients locked out of the studio and standing outside on a cold Chicago morning. This fear continued even after I moved on to a different job with more normal hours. When I was pregnant, worries about becoming a mother and general discomforts made it hard to sleep. Now that Eve is gone my brain seems to be trying to come to terms with reality and since I don’t have much time to figure things out in the light of day I find myself waking up at night trying to make sense of the whys, hows, and what nows. I thought I’d be spending sleepless nights with a baby, now I spend sleepless nights trying to come to terms with my baby’s death. These years of insomnia have made me somewhat of lab rat in my own clinical trials of sleep aids. Though every body is different and I am by no means a medical expert I thought I’d share my personal findings in case they are helpful:

-Forget About Eight Hours- As you might have guessed from my choice of career, I can be a total nut somewhat obsessive about trying to maintain healthful habits. I used to be obsessed with getting 8 hours of sleep, anything less was failing. Consequently, I would try going to bed before I was tired and often insomnia would result. Now I try to listen to my body’s cues. Since sleep is an act of letting go trying to force the act will only make matters worse.

-Natural Is Best- Again, I am not a medical expert and I know some people have issues that do require OTC or prescription sleep meds but right now, for me, natural remedies have proved to be the best. I’ve tried a number of OTC remedies that have left me wide awake and feeling like hell in the morning. I also had a short stint with doctor prescribed Ambien and though effective for getting to sleep my short-term memory was significantly affected (which is not ideal when teaching choreographed fitness classes). Used as directed melatonin and valerian can be helpful. If you are a fan of aromatherapy you may want to try keeping a spray bottle of lavender essential oil and water to spray on your sheets prior to getting into bed. Recently my husband’s cousin sent me a wonderful sleep serum that she makes which has helped quite a bit. You can find this sleep serum as well as a variety of other high quality, homemade products at

-Tap Into the Parasympathetic Nervous System- I know I sound like a broken record but yoga and meditation have proved very helpful in my quest for sleep. We spend so much of our day tapping into the sympathetic (fight or flight) nervous system that the body can forget how to transition to the parasympathetic (rest and digest) nervous system required for sleep. Yin or restorative yoga when practiced directly before bed can assist in this transition. A long practice isn’t necessary, even 5 minutes in “legs up the wall” can be helpful. If you would prefer to practice under the covers consider downloading a guided yoga nidra for sleep.

When all else fails and a poor night’s sleep leaves you needing an extra boost in the morning try this smoothie for some extra energy: Peanut Butter Banana Smoothie with Raw Cacao I came up with this recipe after a poor sleep followed by an early morning. It is light on the stomach and offers a needed boost along with a host of antioxidants and nutrients. 1 frozen banana 1 1/2 cups almond milk (or milk of choice) 2 tbls raw cacao 2 tbls PB2 powdered peanut butter (or nut butter of choice) 2-4 drops vanilla creme liquid stevia (maybe omitted or replaced with sweetener of choice) 1 scoop protein powder of choice (I like Growing Naturals Raw Yellow Pea Protein Powder) Blend all ingredients and serve.

Making it Over the Mountain

It is widely known that a difficult life situation can have a profound effect on health. I’ve had a crash course in dealing with difficult situations during the past year and consequently have found some tools to make things more manageable. With my birthday and Mother’s Day so close to each other the first part of May has been a particularly rough time. The following are some tools I’ve used to maintain relative health during a difficult time:

-Impaired Digestion- When stressed our bodies tend to shut down unnecessary functions so we can fight or flee. Unfortunately digestion suffers and stomach pain results. Eating a healthy and easily digestible diet can help. For extra assistance add a good probiotic or experiment with the ayurvedic remedy Triphala. You can read more about the effect of stress on the enteric nervous system here.

-Interrupted Sleep- Insomnia is a common problem related to stress. Whether the problem is getting to sleep or staying asleep yoga and meditation can prove helpful in reminding our bodies how to relax. The deep breathing associated with yoga and meditation combined with calming movement and poses can help shut down the stress response and allow the parasympathetic nervous system to take over. Styles such as yin or restorative yoga are ideal before sleep. If waking up in the middle of the night is the problem keep a guided sleep meditation by your bed and to play when you wake during the night. You can read more how yoga and meditation can help with sleep here.

-Increased anxiety- When times are difficult the world tends to feel like an unfriendly place. In an effort to keep us safe our sympathetic nervous system remains in a heightened state to protect us from threat. Decreasing stimulants such as caffeine can be helpful, along with fortifying the nervous system with important nutrients. Reminding the body to relax by adding moments of stillness and deep breathing during the day is important while burning off excess energy through exercise promotes emotional balance and helps to strengthen the immune system. Click here to read about nutrients that help ward off anxiety.

-Low energy- Times of stress and grief in particular tend to wear us down. While getting extra rest is a great idea too much time on the couch can drain energy further. Balancing rest with movement that you enjoy (a relaxing walk, bike ride, swim, etc.) can help raise energy levels. Making sure meals and snacks are well balanced can help provide a steady stream of vitality. Read more about how exercise enhances overall energy here.

If life is a marathon then working through tragedy is like running up a mountain. While the only way to truly heal during a difficult time is to experience and move through it taking care of the body can make the process more bearable.

An Exercise in Karuna

Back in the fall of 2012 I completed 200 hours of yoga teacher training. The course was called the Karuna Teacher Training program and when it randomly came up in a google search I only clicked on it because it sounded like something out of Hawaii involving surf boards. Upon further inspection I learned that karuna is a Sanskrit word meaning “compassionate action”. The basis of this program was compassionate action towards self and others (and in the Buddhist philosophy where all are one it is quite impossible to have one without the other). This seemed like a good fit at the time mostly because I figured a program of this nature would not involve boatloads of stress or mean teachers. After embarking on this journey through yoga I started to apply this idea to other areas of health and fitness. In an industry where one of the most popular phrases is “no pain, no gain” is there room for compassion and if so how can it be applied? The closer I examine this relationship the more I realize that compassion is indispensable to overall wellness.
The idea of being fit is often attached to that of perfection: a fit body looks perfect, performs perfectly, and feels perfect all of the time. Lacking in one of these areas equates to being unfit. Living with this assumption makes the attainment of fitness an especially drudging task. Why even consider reaching for something so utterly unattainable? Failure is inevitable so why even begin? This is where many people simultaneously start and end on their fitness journey. I see many clients get frustrated with themselves for not performing an exercise perfectly even though their body may not have moved in that way for 20 years. Their body may have been through illness, injury, childbirth, but to them this has no bearing: they should be able to perform the task just as they could 20 years ago, in an almost completely different body. Facing every challenge with this mentality can make a workout seem like an exercise in beating yourself up and unless you are trying to recreate Fight Club what is the point? Life does a fine job of kicking our ass, why spend any more time kicking our own? Approaching exercise without judgement allows it to become what it truly is: an opportunity to improve our overall quality of life by being able to move through the world with more comfort and ease. Entering a workout with compassion allows us to be where we are and end up a little better off than we were before. Knowing that compassion is part of the process makes it easier to come back time and time again and make changes when our body asks for them, an inevitable part of the fitness process since our bodies are constantly in flux.
Now I know I may sound like I am up on my high horse preaching away but I assure you the main reason this post came to mind is because it’s something I have struggled with myself lately. In becoming a member of the baby-loss community I’ve taken solace in online forums where other mothers are trying to come to terms with the sudden and random loss of their babies. A phrase I keep seeing over and over is “be gentle with yourself”. It reminds me of yoga teacher training when things were blessedly simple although I may not have realized it at the time. I struggled with having self-compassion back then and it seems even harder to have it now. Time now is divided into before Eve died and after. It is a challenge to be compassionate towards a body that I am angry at for betraying me and worst of all my daughter. It is also a challenge to be compassionate in accepting that no matter how well I eat or hard I work I will not look, perform, or feel 100 percent anytime in the near future and possibly not ever again. Most days I have so much anger and sadness that a years worth of runners highs wouldn’t completely alleviate the pain. I am learning to meet myself where I am at and work from there and though things are far from perfect exercise seems to be doing something. I try to believe that the fact that I am able to keep moving means there is a glimmer of hope somewhere inside me even if it is buried so deep that it is barely visible.
I am starting to realize that compassion is an exercise all its own. Though it would be nice to always enter a workout feeling full of energy and on top of the world for most people that is a rare state of affairs. We need to be able to work from were we are.
The other translation of karuna means “any action that diminishes suffering”. When we exercise we diminish our own suffering by becoming healthier physically and feeling better mentally. When we feel better physically and mentally we tend to more pleasant and productive individuals who are better able to reduce the suffering of those around us. It might be a stretch to say that exercise can make the world a better place but looking at it from the principle of karuna that statement might not be too far off.

Live, Love, Dance

Dance is often overlooked as a valid form of exercise, possibly because when we are dancing we tend to forget that we are exercising.  The inspiration for dance more often than not comes from inside and it’s only after we’ve quelled that urge that we notice how it shapes our bodies on the outside.  I haven’t always felt this way about dance.  When I first started dancing as a child I only ever thought about how it felt and it always felt really good.  Somewhere along the way I got lost in an aesthetic and became more concerned with looking like a dancer than actually being one.  Over the years, and after leaving dance for a while to focus on other forms of movement, I gradually relearned how to enjoy movement for movement’s sake and it has once again become a passion instead of a duty.

Dancing is the ultimate life-affirming expression and this has never been more clear to me than recently when faced with so much death.  After losing Eve in January my husband lost several relatives in quick succession.  His cousin, grandfather, step-grandfather, and grandmother all passed away within a matter of weeks leaving many heavy hearts in their wake.  Expressions of grief have been outnumbered by expressions of love by surviving family members who are moving through this tough time together. 

Yesterday my husband and I attended a service in honor of his grandparents.  There were many beautiful stories to be told by their children and one in particular that they kept coming back to; the memory of their parents at home dancing together.  Though many tears were shed this mention made everyone smile.  In a world where we all have to die dancing is a great confirmation that we have lived.

When I was pregnant with Eve I often imagined teaching her how to dance.  I pictured the two of us dancing around the house, doggie Dee joining in the mix, and my husband laughing at all three of us.  It saddens me to think that this will never be but in more optimistic moments I am able to see that it already was.  I was able to imagine this scene so clearly because I’d participated in it many times before with Eve dancing inside my womb instead of out in the world.  If there is anything I know about Eve it is that she was a mover until the day she died, a great confirmation that she did indeed live.

There was a study in the New England Journal of medicine a while back that among its many positive health benefits dancing lowers the risk of dementia by 76 percent.  Though all exercise positively affects the brain in some way, dancing is the only form with this great an impact.  Maybe it is the fact that it is not repetitive and literally keeps us on our toes.  More likely it is because we remember the times we danced not only with our brain but also our heart.

A favorite memory I have with my husband is dancing around the Chatham bandstand on a trip to Cape Cod.  We had just taken a ballroom dance class at home in Chicago and were excited to put our new found knowledge to good use.  We danced for the entirety of the performance and though I couldn’t tell you how many calories we burned I can tell you how it felt.  It was like we were in a scene from an old time movie: giddy from spinning underneath the stars, hearts filled with love for each other, and, most definitely, alive.

Dee Dee and Me

You’ve probably heard that owning a dog is good for your health. Those who own dogs tend to lead longer and more active DeeDeelives, have lower blood pressure, and and are happier with life in general. They are also less lonely. Life as a grieving mother is lonely.  You walk around with another human being inside you for nine months and then they are suddenly gone.  You’re left with some pictures, a set of footprints, and a huge unfillable void.  Your body doesn’t catch on nearly as quickly as you wish it would. It takes a while for it to realize there is no baby to feed or hold or wake up for.  The milk still gets produced, your arms ache from time to time, and the cries you wake to at 3:00 in the morning are your own, not your baby’s. I know this sounds melodramatic. I wish it was just that and not the truth.
The night my husband and I left for the hospital thinking we’d be back in an hour and ended up not returning for four days our dog Dee was left alone. Upon admittance to the hospital we let my parents who were driving down from Connecticut know that she was home alone and we’d need someone to go to the house and take care of her. When they got to our house she was lying on the couch in typical Dee fashion, not a thing out of place or an accident to be found. She greeted them tail wagging and went outside before enjoying some breakfast. Dee is a very good girl.
When we arrived home from the hospital with a memento box instead of a baby in our arms our families, along with Dee, were there to greet us. Usually when we enter the house (or the room for that matter) Dee wiggles around excitedly making strange noises that sound less like a bark and more like she is giving you a piece of her mind. As we entered the house in tears this particular afternoon she greeted us by rubbing against our legs before resuming her position back on the sofa. She held her post there for much of the next week. Dee was there when I needed something to hold. Fortunately I had my husband but at 6’2″ and 195 lbs he tends to be better at holding me than I am at holding him. Weighing in at 48 pounds of pure muscle Dee is by no means a lap dog but that doesn’t stop her from nuzzling close and curling herself up in my lap (pitbulls are vicious that way.)
When I was ready for short walks Dee came with. When I was ready for longer walks Dee came with. I walked with Dee for hours at a time while trying to figure out what a woman on maternity leave was supposed to do when her baby has died. Once I was physically healed enough to run (and much to her chagrin) Dee came along.
You may remember from a previous post that Dee is not exactly running’s biggest fan. I’ve spent years peeling her off the couch to join me and this trend continues today. Once she is out the door she can hold her own but like most of us when it comes to exercise getting started is half the battle. During pregnancy we were a perfect match, as I became bigger and slower Dee became stronger and faster and we kind of met in the middle. Post-pregnancy, and ever since running became synonymous with grief for me, Dee has been along for the ride. We run together most every morning and sometimes in the afternoon. on really difficult days we might do both. I am happy to report that Dee is up to 5 miles at a time. This may not seem like any big accomplishment but considering she used to grab her leash and pull into someone’s yard to lie down after 5 minutes I think it’s pretty good.
I am grateful to have Dee by my side through the healing process. Not only is she a great companion, she also gives me something to take care of. I don’t know if it’s possible to feel more useless than a postpartum woman with no baby. No matter what the activity every cell of your being is screaming “you should be doing something else with your time”. I’ve heard that petting a dog releases feel-good hormones in both the dog and the person petting it. I wonder if the same is true for movement. I hope Dee feels some of the peace that I do when we are out on our little journeys together. I hope that I’m making her a healthier, happier little girl. I wish I could have done the same for Eve.
I’m so glad we saved Dee’s life because she saves ours in little ways everyday. She’s our comic relief at a time when laughs are rare and so precious. When I am sitting in the nursery lost in what could have been she is right beside me. When we hang out on the couch she nuzzles her head into my belly and I’m reminded of the one who used to live there, the one I couldn’t save.

If you’re interested in learning more about the health benefits of owning a dog there is a great article here. I’d continue to write but I need to get Dee out for her run before the rain comes in (and if Dee hates anything more than leaving the couch, it’s leaving the couch to go out in the rain).

Move Along

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you may be wondering is this still a fitness blog or a blog about grief?  My answer to you is yes and yes.  Over the past few months I’ve been learning that the two are not mutually exclusive.  I’ve always equated happiness with fitness and fitness with happiness.  Look at any issue of Women’s Health and the woman running down the street rocking a six pack and $90 sports bra does not have tears streaming down her face.  She isn’t even grimacing.  She is beaming, beautiful, and happy.  When I was pregnant with Eve I read as many fit pregnancy blogs as I could.  My favorite were the ones that documented the pregnancy week by week.  I loved scrolling to the week I was in and seeing what other moms had experienced, what types of workouts they did, even what they ate.  Later in the pregnancy I had another habit of clicking on the “week 40″ post which usually led to the birth story.  I loved looking at the pictures of these proud moms holding their adorable babies.  Staying fit throughout pregnancy had the most wonderful incentive: a healthy daughter.  It was what drove me to get up early every morning for a workout even when I was huge (third trimester) and exhausted (first and third trimester…and some of the second if I’m being truly honest).  It’s what made me, like a crazy person, reject a second glucose test and instead prick my finger four times a day to monitor my blood sugar so I wouldn’t have to ingest the sugary artificially colored beverage the test entailed.  It’s what made me memorize the “dirty dozen” so I wouldn’t run the risk of poisoning my baby with insecticides from non-organic produce.  It’s what kept me running up until the day I went into the hospital, swollen ankles and all.  There is no greater motivation for eating healthy and staying active than having a tiny human growing inside your body, or so I thought.

As it turns out, grief can be a pretty incredible motivator albeit not nearly as pleasant.  I was very worried that after losing Eve I would lose my motivation to carry on with the things that interested me in my old life like health and fitness.  I had a super-healthy pregnancy, took good care of my body and Eve while she lived inside it, and now she is dead.  I won’t lie and say I always feel like getting up and moving through another day, in fact most of the time I don’t.  I will say after all I’ve been through these last few months I honestly believe in the healing power of movement.  Fitness isn’t just for shiny happy people who always get eight hours of sleep.  If that was the case there would be far fewer gyms and fitness studios in the world.  Everyone has their s%*t.  Exercise helps people deal with their s%*t.  There is a little voice inside of my head that says “what good is being healthy in a world where crack heads and chain smokers go on to have living babies and mine lies dead in the ground?”.  There is a louder voice that says “move”.

Our bodies are wired for movement especially in times of stress.  We secrete hormones that are meant to help us fight or flee even when the stress we experience isn’t anything we can kick or run from.  Exercise isn’t a magic elixir that can take away all bad feelings and fix all problems.  Depending on how low you are feeling when you start it may not even make you any happier.  What it can do is give you something to do during a tough time that simultaneously burns off stress hormones and strengthens your body so you can deal with the next stressor that comes your way.  It may not make you happy today, it may not even make you happy tomorrow, but it can help you navigate through sadness to a time when happiness is possible again.

Maybe one day I’ll be one of those beaming, beautiful running women like those in the pages of Women’s Health (minus the six pack and $90 sports bra knowing my genetics and finances…) but for now I’ll settle for what I am: a grieving mama just trying to carry on.

My Body, Herself

I remember feeling the need to blow off some steam during pregnancy and since soothing myself with a glass of wine was not an option I turned mostly to exercise.  When I was worried about not knowing enough about childbirth or childcare I would turn on a pregnancy or mom-based podcast and run or walk around the neighborhood.  Fear of not being strong enough to get through labor was soothed by strength training.  When I needed to figure out how exactly to move about and get comfortable in my ever changing body I turned to yoga.
Once I learned we were having a daughter I imagined how lovely it would be to teach her how to be comfortable in her own skin since I spent majority of the first three decades of my life uncomfortable in my own. I wanted her to learn to move because it feels good, not because it burns calories. I looked forward to teaching her about nourishing and taking care of her body because it took me so long to be able to do that for myself.
I’ll admit I started down the path of exercise and nutrition not because I wanted to be healthier but because I wanted to be skinnier. Growing up as a dancer with short legs and a naturally curvy body I was never the skinniest girl in the room. In college I envied the handful of girls in my program who were able to maintain a slim physique while eating burgers and drinking beer. I found it easiest to maintain a weight I could live with by existing on microwaved egg whites, saltines, lots of coffee, and consuming Splenda like it was its own food group. I went to the gym every day not because I enjoyed how it felt but because I wanted to look good in a leotard. Weight loss was the main goal, stress relief and strength building were just consolation prizes. Life continued much in the same way when I moved to New York after college but somewhere along the way I had a paradigm shift. I began focusing on exercising to be strong and healthy rather than skinny. I began eating in ways that gave me energy and nourished my body rather than starved it. This continued in Chicago as I dove further into my career in the fitness industry and in many ways still continues today.
When I became pregnant the worry that I wouldn’t be able to handle the physical changes that came along with it was always in the back of my mind. What worried me most was the loss of control. No matter how healthy I ate or how much activity I performed my weight would still be on an upward trend for nine months. At the beginning of the first trimester I read a book called “Does this Pregnancy Make Me Look Fat” to come to terms with these changes but after a while I became less concerned about my weight. The awe for what was happening inside my body took over and knowing that I was nourishing my growing daughter with every bite I took made eating more satisfying (at least after the first trimester when most things made me want to throw up). My appreciation for what exercise could accomplish grew once weight loss was completely taken out of the equation. It became another way of taking care of and connecting with my daughter and also offered a release when stress got the best of me.
In yoga the asanas exist to burn off energy and make the body strong and flexible so one can sit comfortably in meditation for longer periods of time. In a larger sense movement of any kind allows us to burn off stress and tension to be able to sit more comfortably with whatever is going on. Never have I experienced this more strongly than in the weeks since Eve’s death. The particular pain of a losing a baby has left me with an astonishing variety of emotions to work through, burn off, and eventually learn to sit with. My fight or flight response has been so strong and constant that without exercise I think I would internally combust and turn into a giant puddle of cortisol. My relationship with my body has become infinitely more complex. On one hand I am amazed at its ability to grow a baby and bounce back from a strange and painful labor and delivery process. On the other hand I am angry because the umbilical cord that my body created to lovingly nourish my daughter and give her life killed her in the end. The illusion I had of complete control over this body I inhabit has increasingly diminished. The most I can hope for is to be at peace with it.
At first I thought it an unbelievably cruel twist of fate to be left with a postpartum body and no baby. Was it punishment for the years I spent obsessing over every calorie and movement of the scale? Though I still find it difficult I now view it as a challenge instead of a punishment. It is the ultimate test of being comfortable in my own skin. It is forcing me to relinquish control. It is exactly what I wanted to teach Eve had she been able to inhabit her body outside of the space of my womb. It is what she is now teaching me instead.
When we returned home from the hospital, amidst all the painful planning that involved funeral homes and cemeteries and in the ultimate act of love, my husband found time to plan an anniversary trip to the island where we honeymooned. It was a strange juxtaposition, my postpartum body against the Caribbean beach, but as I glanced down at my belly I was surprised to find the usual shame was replaced by a strange sense of pride. My not yet faded vena cava was like a sign reading “Eve Was Here” and for that moment I was at peace with my imperfections.
I think about who Eve would have grown up to be every single day. I look to the memory of her little body for clues. There are so few things I know…she had a lot of curly dark hair, was on the bigger side and tall for infant standards, and had exceptionally large feet. Would she have wished for her dark curly hair to be straight and blonde? Would she have preferred to be shorter or have a smaller shoe size? I hope she would have seen herself through the eyes of her mom and dad; a perfect, heart-achingly beautiful little girl. I wish I could have had the chance to teach her how to love her body but the roles have been reversed. Every deep yogic breath, every delicious stretch, every powerful leap and bound is infused with the essence of Eve. This body I inhabit was her home and out of respect for her I will take care of it, aching empty arms and all.

Run, Laura, Run

Seven weeks ago today I delivered Eve.  It was the first and last time I held my daughter and the most physically and emotionally challenging day of my life.  It has surprised me in the weeks since how much my emotions have had an effect on my body and vice versa.  I’ve always believed that the mind-body connection is strong but wasn’t sure if it would somehow be severed during the recent upheaval that has brought me to this current place in my life. The fact that I have found movement to be healing at a time when there is so much healing to do is comforting. It is good to know that what I have preached for so long still holds true when so many other beliefs have been severely altered.
During the first week after delivery I started with some gentle stretching and short walks which quickly turned into full yoga practices and long walks. Soon after I returned to running.
Though I run just about every day I have never really considered myself a runner. I rarely keep track of speed or distance and more often than not don’t really know where I am going to run to when I step out the door.
I used to worry if running was doing more harm than good. I’ve done the research and am well aware of the risks of constant repetitive impact on muscles and joints. I’m in the middle of reading “Born to Run” in which the author studies why some people can run safely while others are destined for injury. After weighing the risks I’ve come to the conclusion to acknowledge the risks and do it anyway.
The release I get from running trumps concern about potential injury right now. After my first run postpartum I told my husband I might just “Forrest Gump” it and run until I couldn’t anymore. All of the separate emotions that make up the larger entity of my grief fuel this desire to run. Fueled by anger my run is fast and furious. Out of despair it is slow and steady, complimented by sad music and sunglasses to camouflage the tears. Sometimes they are short, other times they are long. Sometimes I go with my dog, other times I go alone. When I am running I don’t have to make small talk with the neighborhood moms wearing their infants in a baby bjorn or pushing them in a stroller. I can speed up to a sprint when passing the playground where I’ll never get to push my little girl in a swing. When I am out running the clouds part for a bit and upon returning home the present seems more bearable and the future less daunting. What I’ve found most healing about running or any type of movement is that it makes me feel alive when most of the time I feel like a large part of me has died along with Eve.
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned in the past seven weeks is that being careful only gets you so far. At one point I was sure that if I went above and beyond to have the healthiest pregnancy possible everything would turn out well in the end when in reality there were still many factors beyond my control. As much as running may be risky for my joints it is therapy for my mind and like Forrest Gump if my body says it’s time to turn around and go home I will do just that. For now I will keep on running and though I will never be pushing Eve in the jogging stroller we had purchased for her arrival I’ll forever be holding her in my heart.