It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve posted an Article Almanac, and there are some great ones here I keep going back to. If you haven’t seen these, I promise you won’t regret the 10 minutes of read them.
Healthy Exercise vs. Compulsive Exercise | Via Everyday Feminism
“Exercise is good for you. You’re not doing anything wrong. Keep exercising. It will make you fit and strong and lean. You’re not exercising too much. Those other people are just jealous. You’re only feeling tired because you’re so unfit. Exercise more. You have to work hard if you want results.”
That was what my eating disorder said to me day in and day out to keep me trapped and compulsively exercising.
+ Signs that You May Be Compulsively Exercising or Over-Training
The terrible and wonderful reasons why I run long distances | Via The Oatmeal
For me, runner has always been a meditative act; when I run, I think. Most of my comics are written in my head while running, so it suffices to say that running an eleven hour race in addition to the days, months, and years of training that preceded it afforded me plenty of time to take a hard, honest look at why I run. These thoughts ultimately culminated into this comic.
I promise laughs as you take 6 minutes to read through this whole comic. Worth every second.
The Real Reason I Strive For Health | Via Wellness Mama
In those last conversations with my grandma, she talked about how grateful she was for each of her children and how proud of them she was. She was really big on helping others and was glad that all of her kids had done that in some way during their lives.
You know what wasn’t said in those last conversations? Things like “If only I had lost that last dress size after having a baby,” or “If only I didn’t have these stretch marks from carrying my six kids.” Nor were there any regrets about not having more money, more clothes, more possessions.
Surprise | Via Kate at Eat the Damn Cake
I thought about Sarah’s words for a long time after that. Her tone. The disbelief and skepticism, like a giant eyeroll. Please. Come ON. And I was surprised. I was surprised because I guess I’d just figured that I was any kind of beautiful a big word wanted to describe, before….
I was surprised, when my body no longer made sense to me, and it seemed foreign, somehow, ungainly, full of complicated wrongness. I was surprised when I cheated on myself with other girls, telling myself they were so much better than me, so much prettier in every way. I was surprised when I had to be smart because I wasn’t anything else anymore, instead of being smart because of everything I was.
I was surprised to look at myself, finally, and find that I could no longer see myself through my own eyes. Instead, my image had been filtered through all of the other eyes in the world. Through the eyes of every man.