

So I went running today, 7 miles, not bad but not fabulous. It was pretty warm and humid out and there were tons of allergy bugs in the air and my lungs are still feeling slightly pneumoniafied (my own word just made up!). But it was a good run and I am looking forward to crossing the finish line at mile 26.2 in less than five weeks! Yikes!
So normally when I run, I literally think about nothing. I may think about the people around me, the scenery, the marathon, but nothing too deep...although I do feel that running is my therapy. No psychiatrist needed, just let me run! Today though, I had some seriously deep thoughts and thought I'd share them, in case anyone ever went through anything like this, in case some stranger stumbles on this blog and is helped by this bit of info, but mostly so I can thank my parents who I know read this.
So while running, I was thinking about the marathon and how amazing it is that a person can run that distance and not die of complete exhaustion, and I remembered when I was a teenager, I used to run 5-10 miles a day on 1 slice of low fat wheat bread, a cup of frozen peas, 1/2 container of fat free yogurt and some jelly beans. I would run and run and keep going on pure adrenaline alone. I was anorexic and had some serious issues with my health when I was a teen. I realized while running today, that the only reason I am alive to try this marathon craziness and the only reason I can run these distances, and go home and eat a big meal and be excited about it, and rather than lose weight in training, I have gained muscle weight, is because my parents saved my life when I was younger.
They questioned me, and bugged me, and put their noses where I thought they didn't belong and eventually hospitalized me. Twice! I was a tough one. I was certain that they were trying to ruin my life, I thought they were punishing me, and I really just wanted to be left alone. They spent more than enough of their money, finding the right doctor for me, and then later going to court when he was logging more time than he actually spent with me. Their hairs turned more gray and they were up late stressing about me for a long time, all the while raising my younger sister, working full time jobs, and keeping the house together. If they hadn't done all of this, and continued to love me unconditionally despite my stubborn and difficult ways, I would not be running, I wouldn't have Charlie and I wouldn't have Alex. I've always been grateful in my mind for all that they have done my whole life but for some reason, today, it really hit me how lucky I was and still am to have them as my mom and dad.
Anorexia wasn't and isn't about being skinny, it's about so many things I couldn't really cover it all in this post. I do believe it is a disease and I don't feel like you can ever be cured of it. There certainly isn't a pill to take to make it go away, and even hospitalization is tricky and isn't a fix. At the worst of my days, I was 40 pounds lighter than I am now. I have a heavy bone structure but 40 pounds wasn't lost in my bone structure, I was skin and bones...I didn't have a period for almost two years, and my heart wasn't functioning properly from dehydration and electrolyte imbalances. I was really sick and even when the weight was replaced, I was not right in my relationship with food...almost ten years of obsessing about food, or lack there of, takes a toll, and this is where I credit my parents again. They really stuck by me. They supported me in going to college, helped me through rough patches, continued to pay for a doctor whom I found and loved and really connected with. I then met my husband who learned of my weirdness on day 2 of our meeting (I had to know if he was going to run off by my insistence on fat free everything!) and continued to love me and tell me how beautiful I was. He, to this day checks on me (even if I don't need it), to make sure I ate, and lets me know how nice I look...and I incidentally weigh more than him and probably always will. That would have been enough to send me over the edge back in my bad days!
Everyone was worried about me getting pregnant and getting big and how that would make me feel. Amazingly enough, I was so thrilled to be growing that little baby inside of me, I have never had a better relationship with food than when I got pregnant and since then. Alex was a huge help through it all but I mostly just loved being pregnant. I would never have had any of this if it weren't for my mom and dad. I really did not want to be helped or saved or anything back then. I wanted everyone to leave me alone and forget about me. Luckily they didn't do that and I am now a woman about to turn 30 (yikes!!!!), working as a nurse in a job that I LOVE, married to an amazingly supportive man, with the most amazing little boy that I grew inside of me. I love it all. And I love my parents for everything they did for me. I am going to run this marathon in their honor. I wouldn't be doing it if it weren't for them! Thank you guys for everything....thank you for being the best parents ever. I hope I can do half the job you have done with my own kids!