Just one more mile,
think of the calories you’ll burn.
Swim 10 more lengths,
you know you’ll feel better.
Get out of bed earlier,
your stomach will be perfect eventually if you squeeze in 200 sit ups.
Why are you getting
the bus, it’s only 5 miles. Walk it Sarah.
You’re not cycling
enough or hard enough or fast enough. Pedal.
Body pump, spin, pilates,
yoga, boxercise……and every other class. Booked on. Attended.
These are just some of the reasons getting physical is not
something that could have helped improve my mental health, in fact, the drive to
keep on moving did the very opposite.
I'm (thankfully) living proof that collapsing in a gym is not classy, nor is
it cool to not have the energy to peel myself off the floor of a 6am pilates class. While I'm at it, nearly drowning in front of three gorgeous lifeguards was not my finest hour.
It’s what I think sets anorexia aside from many mental
illnesses, getting active could in fact be the very thing that kills you. It
could have quite easily become the thing which finished me off during the
depths of my illness.
Two years into my recovery and I am still unsure of where I stand
on getting physical.
The drive to burn calories is still there. The concept of ‘eating
to exercise, not exercising to eat’ is still rather foreign to me. I can still
hear my destructive inner voice convincing me that burning calories is the whole
point, why on EARTH would I replace them? Silly Sarah.
I haven’t stepped into a gym since starting treatment, I’ve
been swimming once and couldn’t help but blast out five extra lengths. (I didn’t go back.) I booked on to an early morning Body Pump class a month back, but thought better of it.
It's not all doom and gloom. I have ‘earned’ the privilege of starting an adult ballet class
after a year of weight restoration (and pleading to my team!) I am confident dancing
is more therapeutic than it is driven by my eating disorder. I rarely think
about what I am ‘burning’ while practising at the barre – (the truth is I am trying
to keep up with the steps and French words!) ‘Sarah’ DOES enjoy going and practising my pointe, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel guilty and lazy when I have to
miss a class. I do.
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| That's me on the left, all cygneted up! |
The same guilt I get for staying at home on a quite Sunday.
The same guilt that still makes me feel bad for getting a lift instead of
walking. All little things, like a walk in the hills or a stroll with friends
which I can see could boost the mood of someone feeling low, but to me, there are
still the thoughts back to ‘earning the food’ I eat. Anorexia taints this too.
Recently, it’s not the first thing I think. Instead, it can hit me
mid walk or during an afternoon playing with my niece. Even cleaning my apartment for an hour. It’s the thought that I’m
having a ‘better day’ or ‘feeling better about myself’ because I'm active, I'm being more energetic. That's great, I hear you say, you SHOULD feel better
about yourself. Au contraire, I'm very aware it’s an anorexic lie lingering. I
feel better because I am not being lazy.
It’s way more subtle than being an obsessed slave to a treadmill,
it’s not a compulsion to burn calories any more it’s the mind-set that an ‘active’
day helps justify the food I eat. It makes meal times a little easier.
(for Ana)
People have suggested pilates and yoga to help my
mindfulness, yes, that’s got to be a way a recovering anorexic can get ‘physical’
right? Honestly, I can still only see them as things I ‘HAVE TO’ do or ‘SHOULD
DO’ if I want to make my body better. Still not the point, it’s not going to
help my mental health to force myself to go, or feel lazy if I don’t.
It’s got to be an inner switch that gets flicked, the
difference between exercising for enjoyment or exercising under Ana as some sort of deranged
a personal trainer, I guess.
Don't get me started on the jealousy of people that can exercise and ACTUALLY enjoy it. I've always been sporty and seeing the rest of the world participate in physical exercise doesn't really help my self-esteem.
I like to think this is work in progress, that I will find
a way to enjoy getting physical, being active, enjoying a walk or maybe even a
jog one day, but for now, I'm realistic about how far I have to go, I’ll keep using physical activity as my carrot to
fuel my recovery journey.
So, while I’m a huge advocate of getting physical, while I
can see the many benefits of exercise and activity for so many, this year, I’ll
have to sit this one out and I hope others recovering from anorexia manage to take a break, and realise that getting physical in recovery possibly isn't the best idea.
Right now, the only marathon I'm participating in is recovery. You up for it?
What do you think? Are eating disorders the only mental illnesses that don't always benefit from getting physical? How did you find the balance?
To find out more about Mental Health Awareness Week 2013 and how being active can benefit Mental Health visit Mental Health Foundation's website.
