Postpartum Post

It’s taken me a while to write a postpartum post, unlike my last postpartum experience I’ve been blessedly busy and at a loss for words (partially due to being in awe of my little boy, partially due to lack of sleep).  For those of you who follow this blog because of your own connection to a stillborn child I apologize for the absence; I remember what it was like just a few short months ago, scouring the internet for accounts of pregnancy after loss and praying for happy endings.  The conclusion of this last pregnancy was indeed happy, my son Trey arrived safe and sound via a planned c-section at 38 weeks.  It’s strange and wonderful to be sitting here on the other side of things, at 13 weeks postpartum Trey seems accepting of our new parenting skills and my c-sectioned body has resumed normal activity.  Few things make you appreciate the importance of core strength like having your middle sliced open for the very best reason.  For those of you reading this who are pregnant, postpartum, or just curious I thought I might share my second postpartum experience, thus far, through the lens of a fitness professional and baby loss mom.

After having Eve I literally hit the ground running within the first few weeks for a number of reasons.  Exercise brought me out of my head and into my body which was helpful because after losing her my head was not a place I wanted to be.  Like most women I wished to return to my normal shape as quickly as possible.  This goal was made all the more urgent since there were no visible signs of baby outside of the changes in my body .  With the added task of rebuilding my core and pelvic floor I was able to resume activity quickly and with a vengeance, working through stages of grief with every mile, pushup, and downward facing dog.  Conveniently, my coping mechanism served the dual roles of a healthy hobby and my livelihood.  Going for a run whenever the mood struck or practicing yoga for hours on end assisted in moving through the initial loss and subsequent pregnancy.  It got me to where I am now which begs the question: where am I now?

Figuring out how fitness fits into the puzzle of motherhood has been a day to day process, especially since taking a year off from a full time fitness career to take care of Trey.  These days it’s about using exercise and nutrition to be the best mom I can be.  Getting back to exercise during the first few weeks postpartum was much trickier physically than last time.  The pregnancy had me so focused on getting Trey out alive that I couldn’t think past the delivery.  Logically I knew major abdominal surgery might put a dent in my fitness routine but, as with most aspects of the pregnancy, I was in denial.  Recovery went like this:

  • Shuffle up and down the hospital hallways hanging on to husband for dear life
  • Shuffle around the house and lament to husband that I will never be able to move properly again
  • Slowly walk around the local high school parking lot holding stroller for dear life and cry as a runner gracefully passes by
  • Slowly walk around neighborhood and tentatively do some light core work and yoga
  • Moderately walk around the neighborhood and happily do some moderate core work and yoga
  • Quickly walk around the neighborhood and ecstatically do some more advanced core work and yoga
  • Run around neighborhood and set up a makeshift gym in the basement after weeks of strength training withdrawal
  • Make a visit to the local gym and leave Trey in the “kid zone”; being apart makes us both a little fussy (we are still working on that one…..)

It’s been a trip, one has to wonder why physical therapy isn’t a given after a c-section but healthcare is a funny thing.  Life with an infant is also a funny thing.  I am comfortable with flexibility when it pertains to hamstrings but not so much when it pertains to schedule.  Trey is helping me work on this.  There are nap time Tabata sessions, (this protocol works great if your infant isn’t big on long naps).  Runs happen when my husband takes baby duty (Dee was hoping I’d given up on them but the joke is on her).  Walks happen daily or several times a day depending on how stir crazy we all get (coaxing Dee up a hill while simultaneously wielding a stroller is a surprisingly challenging push/pull workout).  Yoga and meditation help balance out hormonal and fatigue induced mood swings (though my husband might argue otherwise).  On the whole things are coming together even when the individual days get a little wonky.   When postpartum body frustration sets in I do my best to muster up the will to look at things from a more grown-up perspective.  Trey doesn’t need a mom with six pack abs.  He does need a mom that is strong, healthy, and present.  Some days that means doing squats with a baby strapped to my front instead of a barbell across my back.  With each new stage my view of fitness keeps shifting.  I’m adjusting my routine instead of relinquishing it.

The other day I met a friend for a walk at a local park.  Every part of the outing, from struggling to adjust Trey’s stroller to discussing sleep schedules, made me feel like such a new mom.  On the ride home I came upon the cemetery where we buried Eve.  Pausing at the stop sign to look up the hill towards her grave made me feel like such an old mom.  I considered visiting her until Trey began to cry.  He needed to be fed.  With a silent apology to Eve I continued home.  It’s a strange feeling to be a new/old mom, to know what it is like to bury a child before seeing one take their first breath.  Kinetically my pregnancies were very similar despite the worlds of difference between them.  Through movement I remembered the past, rooted myself in the present, and looked forward toward the future.  Frustrating as it may be to have the body of a mother of two when the world sees a mother of one there is no denying the evolution that has occurred thanks to the baby in my heart and, now, the baby in my arms.

Mother’s Day…and More Yoga

The practice ends with the phrase “take what you learned on your mat today and bring it out into the world”.  I sit, and breathe, and remember.  It’s Mother’s Day weekend.  It’s confusing and painful, a bold-faced reminder of all that is missing, what I am not (or am? or will be?)  I breathe through the daily ritual of rolling up my mat, putting away the props that have become necessary in order to modify poses for my 28 week pregnant belly.  I am starting to make room for the 2 pound 11 ounce son growing in there.  I breathe for him, for the memory of my beautiful daughter Eve, and the little one before who stopped forming before we knew whether to call them him or her……

Before I began the practice of yoga I was tight, wound up, anxious.  I rigidly held onto the reigns of my life, certain that the tighter I held the more control I would have.  I leaned towards fast paced exercise that would tighten my muscles, I never stopped to breathe.  I was never truly still, even when not in motion my mind raced constantly, eyes darting nervously, foot tapping rhythmically, in time with my fast-beating heart.  Too much “pushing forward”, not enough “relaxing into” lead me to seek a more balanced approach.  Chronic sleeplessness and sore achy hips in my mid twenties lead me to seek some relief, to hop off the treadmill and into a yoga class.

The fatigue of two nights without sleep weakened my resolve, making it possible to release all expectations of the experience I would have.  Too tired to care what my poses looked like in comparison to the person next to me I worked my way through the class, moment to moment, without second guessing or judgment.  I stumbled into the present moment by accident, balancing in tree pose while locking eyes on the Sears (now Willis?) tower.  Lying in corpse pose, a vulnerable posture that usually made me feel tense and uncomfortable in a roomful of people, came with ease.

Yoga, it seems to me, is less about building a new skill set and more about recognizing that which we already possess.  It is less about moving forward and more about being exactly where we are.  And so, if we are willing, we can take what we learn on the mat and bring it out into the world.  When I lost Eve I saw the return of some old habits.  I tried to make sense of the senseless, to find a reason when doctor after doctor told me there was none.  What got me through, still gets me through, were new habits reinforced during my daily practice.  I had dabbled in acceptance, played around with release, so when thrust into a new reality there was a small part of me open to the challenge.  Much has been, and continues to be, discovered on a 72″ long 24″ wide rubber mat that sits in the middle of our once upon a time (and possibly future?) nursery.

An article came out this week in which the vatican’s chief exorcist listed yoga, among other things, as leading to a rise in demonic possession.  I can’t speak for anyone else but I know that, for me, the experience has been quite the opposite.  Yoga has allowed me to release many demons over the past year or so, helping me to connect with loss and pain and move through in a way that encourages growth and connection instead of isolation.  Connection with the mind and body can stimulate connection with humanity.  When perception changes from “my pain” to “the pain” it fosters awareness that pain is universal and often a breeding ground for empathy and compassion.

And so this mother’s day, as I place fresh flowers in the vase that rests atop my daughters grave, I will breathe strongly and deeply into my belly.  I will acknowledge the child who lives in me and the ones who came before.  I will acknowledge mothers mourning their children, children mourning their mothers, and all who ache with loss on this holiday.  I will acknowledge the hope and fear and everything in between that comes part and parcel with the privilege of being alive, finding connection, and realizing a love so strong that it spurs the creation of new life.

Yes Virginia, Yoga is a “Real” Workout

Since I completed my training as a registered yoga teacher (which happened to be in Virginia, hence the clever title of this post) I’ve been intent on enlightening my clients on the benefits of the practice.  Most people come to me for personal training and though I’ve only recently starting taking private yoga clients it’s been included in my programs for quite some time now. When I recommend yoga to my strength training clients I am often met with apprehension.  They tell me they are not flexible enough, don’t have the patience, and prefer a “real workout”.  As I am myself a late convert I completely understand this way of thinking.  It took me quite a long time to realize the benefits and to this day they never cease to amaze me.  What once was a compliment to my routine has become my staple.

First, let’s dispel the most popular myth: you don’t have to be flexible to practice yoga.  Saying you are not flexible enough to practice yoga is like saying you are not strong enough to lift weights.  Just as you can become stronger by lifting weights you can become more flexible by practicing yoga.  The great thing is gaining flexibility that it is only one small part of the practice.  There are many aspects that have nothing whatsoever to do with flexibility: increased concentration, strength building, breath control…the list goes on.

Another myth is that you must have a patient and naturally calm demeanor to successfully practice.  The less patient and more anxious you are the more benefit you will find.  Most of us spend the majority of our time in management mode, working from the sympathetic nervous system.  Though necessary for survival for many of us this system tends to be in overdrive, leading us to feel anxious and unsettled when we would prefer to be at rest.  Our bodies forget how to relax which leads to digestive upset, sleep disturbance, high blood pressure…the list goes on.  Practicing yoga trains the brain to switch to the parasympathetic nervous system.  Just like the repetition of lifting a weight will eventually strengthen a muscle the repetition of mindful movement combined with deep breathing will strengthen certain areas of the brain responsible for producing the relaxation response.  It is said that neurons that fire together wire together, meaning we can train ourselves to become more relaxed.  Some people are blessed to naturally float through the world in a positively blissful state but for most this takes work.  Yoga is that work.

Many people think the practicing yoga is sub-par to participating in “calorie torching” activities such as running, interval training, weight lifting, etc.  What many don’t realize is that there are 8 major styles of yoga, varying from intense and sweaty to restorative and therapeutic.  You can move as much or as little as you like depending on what you prefer. No matter which type you choose you will find common benefits such as an increase in bodily awareness, learning to stay and become comfortable with relative discomfort, and practicing stillness.  All these elements can breathe new life into every other activity throughout your day.  An increase in bodily awareness can help improve diet.  As you become more aware of hunger and fullness cues you build a greater awareness of how to nourish your body best.  Learning to stay with and breathe through discomfort can help you better navigate stressful situations, choosing to act rather than react.  Practicing stillness can mean the difference between being fully present to your life and being caught in future or past events.

If you are still unconvinced that yoga has the power to create meaningful change in your life and body I invite you to take a look at this video. The biggest shifts in health and fitness don’t happen overnight.  The subtle day to day actions are the things that take us where we want to go, enriching every moment along the way.

Whiplash

Last night I watched the movie Whiplash with my husband.  As a conservatory trained jazz drummer, he had been eager to see the film and I was happy to oblige (especially since it landed outside his usual wheelhouse of sports and action flicks). As I watched, I was reminded of an uncomfortable feeling from my past. That never-quite-good-enough, keep-trying-harder, no-rest-until-you-are-perfect mentality that followed me around well into my 20s. I was also reminded that, although that old feeling arises now and again, it is no longer my set mode of being.

The bodily changes occurring during this second trimester of my third pregnancy are driving me only slightly insane, but my 19 year old dance major self would have literally been pulling her hair out every second of the day. I guess that’s a step forward. So what is it that changed and why? Could it be that I’m really healthier as a 32 year old pregnant bereaved mother than I was as a 19 year old college dancer in the prime of her life?  Is overall health and fitness truly a state of mind?

When I look back on my younger days my singular greatest motivation for movement was to impress people “out there”. With my sole focus on the external, I was blind to all things internal.  My satisfaction, whether it came from losing 5 pounds or acing an audition, was completely dependent upon the reactions of other people. Did they think I was talented enough, pretty enough, thin enough?  Driven and drained, I continued along that same path but never really found what I was looking for. There was always another choreographer to impress, another 5 lbs to lose, so much further to go until I got there…wherever there was.  I notice this theme a lot in the fitness world. Infomercials for diets promote quick weight loss and pieces of equipment promise to you ripped in under 7 minutes. Everything promising thinness or fitness faster with no attention paid to what happens once you get there.  The thing of it is there is no there.  Life goes on or it doesn’t. And when it doesn’t, isn’t fitness sort of a moot point?

So where does that leave me, my clients, any of us?  In a results driven society where better, faster, stronger is the name of the game is there room for contentment simply for what is?  The answer, you’ll be happy to hear, is yes and it’s the surest way to health and wholeness. When you tune into yourself instead of looking “out there” for confirmation that you are moving in the right direction, you are able to find more satisfaction with each step forward.  Let’s face it, you are never going to get what you want from every single person you interact with in the course of your life and, frankly, it is fruitless and exhausting to even try. As much as you may crave it, it is no one else’s duty to validate your efforts and achievements. Fitness, like many things in life, is largely subjective.  It is completely possible to look great on the outside and be miserably unhealthy on the inside.  It is also possible to be carrying around a few extra pounds and feel strong and vibrant.  The only one who knows if what you are doing is truly working for you… is you!

When you work in the fitness industry, you tend to spend a great deal of your time working out. Unless you are willing to be mentally absent from the majority of your life, you must find a way to derive as much satisfaction from exercise itself as from the results. When I began formally exercising as a teen, it was something I had to get through in order to lose weight.  I jumped on the elliptical and daydreamed about the day when my perfect body would appear and I wouldn’t have to do this anymore. These days exercise is something I get to do.  I genuinely like the feeling of moving my body, but boy did it take a while to get here. The interesting thing is I didn’t change what I was doing so much as how I do it. The more you let go of exercise as a means to an end and embrace movement for movement’s sake the more it becomes a friend instead of foe. (If this sounds like the babbling of an endorphin happy fool to you read this article. I have some studies that back me up.)

In the spirit of the Oscars, my husband and I also watched the Theory of Everything.  If you’re in need of inspiration,  I highly suggest checking this film out. There is nothing like seeing Stephen Hawking’s physical and emotional struggle to help you appreciate the body and all that it is capable of. The relationship between the body and self is incredibly complex. In order to make it work, a certain amount of openness and acceptance is necessary. Moving and paying attention to the movement is a great way to practice silencing your inner critic and tune in to what truly matters: a healthy and happy self.

New Year’s Minus Eve, Plus One?

In the days after New Year’s I am always sad to see the lights come down.  When the mornings get colder I tend to push walks and runs to the evening hence the term our family uses “Christmas Light Walk”.  There is a route on a neighboring block that has in recent years become our first family holiday tradition.  We’ve been in our little house on Cottonwood Road for three Christmases now and for each one of them I have been pregnant.  These Christmas light walks and runs have offered extra motivation when it has been much needed.  The first year was my first experience with the first trimester.  The second year I was tired and heavy, just days before my due date.  This year I was back in the first trimester and mourning a Christmas without my baby daughter. Pregnancy and the holidays seem to go hand in hand.  Loss and the holidays also seem to go hand in hand.  As I write this I am only a little over 9 weeks pregnant and though common practice these days is to wait until 12 weeks to disclose I figure what the hell; I know all too well there is no “safe” point in pregnancy.

What brought me to my computer today was the urge to share my recent lack of motivation as it ironically coincides with the start of the New Year, the prime time for fitness resolutions.  This personal trainer has been struggling.  Hormonally speaking week 9 is the height of the first trimester blues, the anniversary of Eve’s delivery was yesterday, and January is the most depressing month of the year.  Contrary to popular belief personal trainers don’t always bounce out of bed raring to go in the morning.  Lately peeling would be a more accurate description of extracting my body from the comfort of my covers.  To every client who has ever told me they have zero motivation I now more than ever understand you.  Getting started is the hardest part but once you begin you will rarely be sorry you did.  I will share what has been working for me this January and hope the same may work for you:

-Start Every Day with Movement and Meditation (or at least one of the two): Notice I say “movement” and not exercise.  If you are not big on hard-core workouts in the morning find something that you can do.  It can be as easy as taking the dog for a stroll or stretching on your bedroom floor.  The same goes for meditation, no need for hours of quiet contemplation.  On those days I am crunched for time after a morning run I’ll set my phone timer for five minutes of closing my eyes and taking some deep breaths which is enough to set a better tone for the rest of the day.  Better yet, try some yoga to get the benefits of both at the same time.  Taking some time to get in touch with your body first thing will automatically lead to healthier choices throughout the day.

-Look at the Big Picture: You don’t have to be an athlete to be an active person.  Though formal exercise is important to consistently increase one’s overall fitness level and make moving more pleasurable it’s what happens outside the gym matters more.  If you spend 1 hour doing a really intense workout then sit on your bum for the remainder of the day much of the benefit is lost.  On those days you can’t make it to the gym aim to be more active throughout the rest of your day.

-Exercise Makes Things Better: No it won’t necessarily solve your problem but it can promote more positive feelings, lead to clearer thinking, and increase energy.  On those days I feel crappy I know I will feel even crappier if I don’t exercise.

-This Too Shall Pass: Just like everything else in this world our motivation ebbs and flows.  Acknowledge when energy is at a low point and find ways to be healthy within that space.  One positive change I’ve found during this low point is an increased ability to sleep.  I am usually not a great sleeper and when I first found out I was pregnant the fear of getting back on the proverbial horse kept me up many a night.  One blessing of first trimester fatigue is that I sleep more than usual.  While a big part of me can’t wait to pass that 12 week mark I will miss these extra long sleeps (and even occasional nap!)  Low energy activities can be good for you and are always better than trying to lift the mood through mindless snacking.  Read to nourish your brain, listen to music to nourish your soul, treat your body to a hot bath…exercise isn’t the only way to increase feelings of good health.

Even though I’ve been dragging myself kicking and screaming into my workouts these past few weeks I have yet to regret a single one.  Sometimes when things seem overwhelming exercise can be the one thing that brings a bit of immediate gratification.  It isn’t always easy to gather the momentum to get moving but the days we least want to exercise are the days when we need it the most; though winter may seem endless spring will be here soon enough.

Strength Training

I’ve been thinking a lot about strength lately, and not just the type that has to do with barbells and free weights.  Now don’t get me wrong, I love barbells and free weights and they certainly have their place in making a person strong.  True strength, as I am learning now daily, can be cultivated in a variety of ways.  Sometimes we take it upon ourselves to become stronger, sometimes life forces us to do so or crumble under its events.  But what is it really that constitutes true strength?

Often society tends to emphasize putting our head down and pushing through rather than actively engaging in our feelings as they arise in the moment .  We are told to “keep a stiff upper lip”, that “big girls don’t cry”, and that “there’s no crying in baseball” (just had to add that last one for fun…)  The biggest challenge for me as a trainer is to get clients to slow down in their exercises.  It’s easy to get caught up in this grunt and get it over with mentality but doing so jeopardizes what could otherwise be an exercise in growth.  In order for muscles to grow they need more time under tension.  If you rush through reps and sets without paying attention and time to the muscle group you are working with the results won’t be nearly as dramatic.  Time under tension, being with the discomfort, creates growth and change.  Interesting that what is true for the body is also true for the mind and spirit.

When performing exercises clients often joke that if the exercise is uncomfortable it can’t be good for them.  Unfortunately we don’t live in a world that is free from discomfort, or even pain.  Furthermore, never challenging the body to go outside of our comfort zone eventually leads to even greater discomfort in the future.  A life of inactivity leads to physical and mental stagnation and eventually the body will rebel.  Diabetes, osteoporosis, and arthritis are only a few maladies that can either result from or worsen due to physical inactivity.  Working to keep the body strong and breathing through moments of discomfort leads to more comfort overall.  What if, instead of running from it, we got a little more comfortable with discomfort?  What would this mean for our body, how would our lives change?

The old saying “no pain no gain” has been transmuted to “no strain no gain” and I believe the latter to be more true than the former.  There is no need to push to the point of injury, there is such as thing as going to far.  To know what is the right amount of struggle for you you must slow down and listen.  Breathe and be present.  Use your workouts to teach you more about not only your body’s but your whole self’s limits.

I find strength training is a particularly poignant topic for women.  Many women, my former self included, prize being thin over being strong.  Why are we so attracted to “skinny”?  What makes boney more attractive than muscular?  Why, when it comes to our bodies, is less more?  In my line of work I hand women weights often with varying response.  Some are accepting of the challenge and are inspired by the idea of becoming stronger.  Some tell me they fear looking like a man and aren’t really into having muscles.  To these women I say that is unfortunate because having muscles is a non-negotiable part of being a human being.  Whether they are flaccid or toned is up to you.

In our culture women are often thought of as the weaker sex.  Generally we are more in touch with our emotions, a product of both nature and nurture.  In defense of the weaker sex theory and in order to take a more feminist approach to life I used to lift weights aggressively to fly in the face of convention while laughing off more holistic forms of exercise such as yoga.  I wanted to be tough, and to me this meant denying the softer, more emotionally connected side of myself.  What is often overlooked is how truly powerful feminine energy can be.  Through yoga practice I’ve come to integrate characteristics such as intuition, emotional sensitivity, and sensuality into all aspects of my life.  Isn’t the feminine archetype, which brings consciousness into form, the epitome of strength?  Integrating the physical and emotional is a much more satisfying and sustainable way to live.

This past weekend Jed and I went to Arlington National Cemetery.  I was caught off guard as I walked up to the Kennedy gravesite and buried next to Jacqueline Onassis was her stillborn daughter.  I remember reading that she had a daughter that was stillborn but it surprised me to see her recognized in such an honorable and public way.  I had come to believe that mothers of stillborn babies belonged to a somewhat secret society and seeing this beautiful tribute from a time when stillbirth was even less talked about than it is now warmed my heart.  As we walked through I saw many graves, like that of my daughter Eve’s, scattered around the cemetery.  Babies with just one date marked on their tombstone.  It struck me that Jackie Kennedy, a woman known for her stoicism and grace, chose to recognize her daughter in such a public and emotional way.  Seeing soldiers, known for their strength and emotional control, validate the life of a child that never took their first breath gave me hope for the human race as a whole.  There is so much more to strength than meets the eye and so many ways to cultivate it within ourselves.  As a self-proclaimed oenophile I can’t help but draw an analogy between cultivating strength and the fact that struggling vines make the best wine.  Maybe, when it comes to leading a more vibrant richer life, a little struggle goes a long way.

Holiday Health

Maintaining good health through the holidays is a challenge.  Most times we equate this with gleeful parties filled with decadent treats and merry-making alcoholic beverages.  The stress of being over scheduled is recognized as a contributing factor to health being put on the back burner but for many there is an underlying stress that often goes unrecognized.  The same holiday gatherings that bring us together with loved ones can also be poignant reminders of those we are missing. I can’t think of Christmas without thinking there should be a “baby’s first” in front of it and New Year’s Day will forever be the day Eve died. In preparation for the upcoming holiday season I’ve been putting together a toolbox of sorts. If you are among the many grieving a loved one this holiday season the following are some ideas for a healthy, if not altogether happy, holiday season.

Make time for stillness- It’s easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of the season no matter what your take on the holidays.  Making time for stillness, even if it is just 5 minutes a day, can go a long way towards recognizing what your body truly needs. If you are not one for formal meditation something as simple as sitting quietly in the glow of your Christmas tree could suffice.

Let go of expectations- Trying to create the perfect holiday often ends up more miserable than merry (think National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation). On a holiday, much like any other day, it is impossible to predict what will happen. Accepting that a holiday, like any other day, will have moments of joy, sorrow, and everything in between can turn a stressful day into a more peaceful one.

Moderate your food, moderate your mood- Emotional stress leads to the release of stress hormones cortisol and epinephrine. Both of these hormones cause blood glucose levels to rise. Consuming excess sugar in the form of holiday treats or alcohol can exacerbate this response. High blood glucose levels can lead to fatigue and depression so while a treat or beverage in moderation may raise your spirits, too many could have the opposite effect.

Celebrate with self care- Indulge in some self-care. A long winter walk away from the craziness festivities can be even more relaxing than a glass of mulled wine. A long, hot bath can be more delicious than a second cookie. During the holidays, and especially when grieving a loved one, we long for comfort. There is nothing wrong with finding it in food every now and then but realizing there are many other ways to comfort yourself can be very empowering. Never underestimate the power of a comfy robe, slippers, soft blankets, a favorite holiday tune, etc.

And last but not least…exercise!- Yes, this is still a fitness blog and it is my duty to tout movement throughout the holiday season. There are endless ways to move your body even when the gym is closed. Practice yoga at home to combat stress, take an evening walk and check out the neighborhood Christmas lights, dance around the house to your favorite holiday music. Instead of taking a vacation from exercise entirely take a vacation from the norm.

Like the old saying goes, you have to put on your own oxygen mask before assisting others. By taking care of yourself this holiday season you will be better able to give to the loved ones you are with and honor those you are without.

My Health Hero(es)

When Oscar Insurance Corporation asked me to write a post about my health hero I had a hard time picking just one.  In the end I decided that writing about multiple people would be fitting since Oscar, a provider serving New York and New Jersey, is all about promoting health through community.  As a fitness professional I spend my days trying to be a health hero for other people but really these people are the ones who inspire me.  You see, when I moved to Charlottesville, VA after working in New York City and Chicago I had a bit of a paradigm shift.  Charlottesville is a beautiful town as well as one of the most popular places to retire in the country.  Moving here at the ripe old age of 29 I had previously worked with mostly young professionals.  Nowadays the majority of my clientele are between the ages of 55 and 87.  These folks have no interest in 6 pack abs or 30 inch biceps.  In fact, I rarely focus on numbers at all these days.  They come to me with one common goal: to feel better.

My clients give new meaning to the phrase 70 is the new 50.  Due to Charlottesville’s proximity to Washington D.C. many are retired lawyers, doctors, and government officials.  One would think after living such fast paced lives they would be inclined to slow down but this is not the case.  They are well versed in working hard to overcome obstacles and this is apparent in the way they relate to their bodies.

I used to think my work was to make people look better in order to be more comfortable in their own skin.  I now know that being comfortable in one’s own skin is less about an aesthetic and more about a feeling, a confidence that comes with knowing that you are doing your best even when things are far from ideal.

My clients have not had it easy.  More than a few have fought and won their battles with cancer.  Some have lost.  Several live with multiple sclerosis.  I’ve written programs for clients with all manner of frustrating symptoms.  Whether due to a degenerative disease or the aftermath of valiant military service they do not see their struggles as a reason to give up.  They know that the road to better health is paved with commitment.

My clients have encouraged me to look at my own health in a new light.  My struggles used to make me feel like a fraud in the fitness world.  I used to think I should be effortlessly thin, glowing, a beacon of health.  Now I see that through my own struggles I am better able to relate to their struggles.   I am not a fraud, I am human.

Through working with this dynamic group I’ve come to know the importance of community support when it comes to individual health.  I’ve watched them cheer one another on and have received the benefit of their enthusiasm.  When I was pregnant with my daughter Eve they supported me through 40 weeks of training and teaching.  When my daughter tragically died due to a cord compression 3 days after her due date I didn’t think I would be able to continue working in the same capacity.  How could I go on preaching the benefits of a healthy lifestyle when my own body had betrayed me so egregiously after all my hard work?

During the days and weeks that followed delivery I received countless cards filled with kind words from clients that had accepted, long before I did, that try as we may some things in this life are beyond our control.  I soon went back to work and though every day is a challenge I know that my experience strengthens my connection to others who wrestle daily with their demons.

I would be remiss in not mentioning my littlest health hero, my daughter Eve.  As soon as I found out I would be having a daughter I knew it was time to start giving my own body more respect.  Like many women my body is far from the ideal I hold in my mind.  I didn’t want Eve to take on my insecurities so throughout pregnancy I began trading in the idea of exercise as self-punishment for one of self-care.  I focused less on calories and more on nourishment.  I focused more on exercising to feel good and less on the size of my thighs.  Though Eve is no longer with me her influence is still strong.  I want to live a life she would be proud of, one that honors her memory.  My body was her home and because of this it is sacred.  Every movement, every breath, every beat of my heart connects me to her and all those who seek greater health for a life well-lived.

Find Your Edge

What is going on in your body right now? Where are you holding tension? Is your breathing shallow or deep? Don’t forget to look for positive feelings as well, what parts of you feel at ease? Taking a moment, or several moments, to check in on the body is an essential part of any health and wellness routine. The more attuned we are to what is going on, the less chance we get to the point where the body has to scream for our attention.  This is precisely where stretching comes into play.

A few years ago there was a study that proclaimed stretching before a workout was not as valuable as once thought.  Most of my clients read the headline of the article in the New York Times but few went further than that. For those who didn’t like stretching, here was proof they didn’t have to do it!  The caveat was the stretching they studied was static (holding a stretch for 30 seconds or longer) and the impact it had when practiced before a workout. Performance was not improved because static stretching inhibits muscular response. The muscle is essentially in a relaxed state which causes it to fire more slowly . Therefore, if you want to warm up before a workout, you are better off performing an active stretch (moving through different ranges of motion without load on the muscle, mimicking the movement you plan on performing later in the workout). So where does static stretching fall into place in the overall health and wellness picture and is it worth the time and effort?  If static stretching “weakens” the muscle and temporarily inhibits intramuscular response it makes sense that we might perform it when we want the muscles to be more relaxed.

There is a saying in yin yoga that we store “issues in our tissues”. Physical tension is tied to mental tension and vice versa. Just as positive emotion can have a relaxing effect on the physical body, releasing tension in the muscles can have a positive effect on our mental state. I look at stretching as a time to “check in” on the body and emotional state.  After a workout it is more of the former (especially if you are in a crowded gym when doing so!), during a yoga practice it is more of the latter.

I remember being a little afraid to practice yoga or even take a walk by myself in the first few days after I lost Eve. Instinctively I knew that getting back to my body meant delving deeper into what was going on internally.  As humans our initial response is to back away from discomfort, which works quite well when we mistakenly touch a hot burner on the stove but less well when we repress, distract, or numb ourselves to our emotions.  Diversions have their place but it isn’t possible to turn away from uncomfortable feelings forever.  They will need to be dealt with sooner or later, and better during downward facing dog than during a meeting at work.

The internal aspect of yoga can seem daunting but it is really not so. Sure, there will be uncomfortable points but by staying with the discomfort we learn some key things about ourselves.  Notice what arises.  Sometimes it’s as simple as “My hips are really tight from all the running I’ve been doing lately”. Sometimes it’s “I hate this feeling, I hate sitting with this feeling, oh, wait, it’s starting to lift.”  The lifting and lightening is something that still takes me by surprise.  I always knew that if I held a stretch or a pose for any length of time my muscles would eventually relax and release.  For some reason it took me until recently to realize the same was true for emotions.  I used to think that negative emotions must be acted upon but in the face of Eve’s death there is nothing I can do to right the wrong.  When difficult emotions rise, as they often do now during my daily yoga practice, I acknowledge them, experience them, and watch them pass.  It takes as much, if not more work, than the physical practice but seems to help strengthen and repair whatever it is that is broken in there.

“Finding the edge” is a phrase that often gets repeated in yoga class.  The edge is the point of a stretch that is deep without going too deep, just this side of comfortable.  Everyone’s edge is different and you can’t find your own without testing the waters.  It’s the place where you are accomplishing without forcing, moving forward without pushing.  It’s the balance between letting things be as they are and warming to the possibility of growth.  What keeps things interesting is that our edge is constantly changing.  Even if you are someone who likes to perform the same stretching routine or yoga practice day after day it will never truly be the same.  The edge and the ease are rarely in the same places you found them yesterday.

What is the difference between a “yoga stretch” and a “fitness stretch”?  Yoga stretches are performed with the intention of noticing what is going on internally.  Fitness stretches are performed without this intention but may lead one down the same road by default.  Releasing, relaxing, and moving with more ease…seems worth it to me.