Jogging, Part Two

If you have ever watched late night television commercials, you will know exactly what I am talking about when I say that jogging is to my thighs the way water is to a chia pet. They just keep growing, and growing, and growing…..no long, lean, sinewy Pilates thighs for me. Oh, no. I am like twin tree trunks, rooted firmly into the earth.

In an earlier post I mentioned that it has taken me three years to be ABLE to start jogging again. When I first started back, I had completely forgotten about this unavoidable side effect. After three blissful, glorious, empowering weeks of jogging, BLAM. It hit me like….well, twin tree trunks. This is the price I pay.

It took me a couple weeks more to realize that, far from resenting or fearing the consequences of my three daily miles, I LIKED it. My body feels strong, good. I am proud.

A week after that realization, I also realized that what I DON’T like is now having to wriggle into all my formerly comfortable pants, shorts and skirts.

In the past, this would have made my ED mind CRAAAZZZZZYYYYY. So imagine my surprise when, as I lunged towards another pair of the dreaded now overly-snug jeans, to catch myself thinking, “You know what your problem is? You keep buying the wrong-sized clothes!”

Talk about recovery. That is Recovery. RECOVERY. Recovery with a capital EVERYTHING. Sometimes I still don’t realize how ‘recovered’ I really am.

Until I do.

~ by smcutts on July 22, 2008.