I’m a Spiritual Person, Not a Religious Person

When I was in fourth grade, my mom decided to start taking my older sister and me to church. My dad is a firm atheist and opted out of church from the very beginning, but my mom wanted us to experience religion.

When I was younger, we had gone to a few other churches but mostly just because we knew some of the priests who were employed there. I grew up in an area that has an Episcopal Seminary, where people are educated and trained to be priests, so a lot of my neighbors were men and women who had moved their families to our town in order to attend this school.  Two of our closest family friends are from this movement; so, church and religion were concepts with which I’d been familiar for many years.  Still, we never went to church with any frequency until I was eight years old.

Christ Church in Old Town, Alexandria, is a beautiful building that was built before the American Revolution. It is steeped in history and has a lot of funding, which allows the church to take an active part in the philanthropic community. When we first arrived, we sat in the second floor pews and that’s when I saw the church choir come out. Throughout the service, this small but powerful choir led the hymns and then sang a beautiful song during communion. I was mesmerized. That very afternoon, I had my mom sign me up to be in the Christ Church choir. For the next ten years, I went to choir practice every Wednesday and Thursday night. I’m not sure my mom, my sister, and I would have continued to go to Christ Church for as long as we did if I hadn’t been involved, but my commitment meant that from ages 8 to 18, I was actively going to church every week.

Attending church every week and discussing religion in general became a regular practice. But, outside of church, I lived a fairly unreligious life. My parents didn’t discuss religion very much, and I knew that my dad didn’t believe in any of it, but they were very conscious about letting me decide for myself what role religion would play in my life. They knew it was, and is, a very personal decision to make, and I am lucky I lived in an environment where I could ask questions but wasn’t expected to believe in any one thing.

All that time spent going to church made me think a lot about higher powers and what, if anything, is out there watching over us. Each Sunday, I would hear a sermon about the religious readings and then I would talk them over with my peers in Sunday school. This increased my knowledge about religious history and practice, but, honestly, none of it really stuck. I couldn’t find, or make, a real connection with the Scripture. Even though each week different people who had found inspiration and companionship with Christ surrounded me, I couldn’t fully empathize with them or understand how they were able to make such a bond.

Despite this, there was something I really loved about going to church every week. I liked singing in the choir and I liked hearing the interpretations of the different priests on the Scripture. The routine was nice, as was the community. By the time I was 15, I was pretty well known in the Christ Church community and many of the priests I came to know took the time to give me volunteer opportunities and made themselves available if I had any questions or concerns about life in general. Because of their generosity and guidance, I decided to get confirmed in the Episcopal Church, as I believed it would help solidify my feelings towards religion in general.

Now, at the age of 22, I still can’t say if I have any solid feelings towards religion. Growing up in a religious environment made me very aware of organized religion and the politics surrounding it. But it also gave me a new way of thinking about religion and spirituality that I would not have gotten otherwise. In all my time at church, I have come to realize that I am certainly a spiritual person, but not a particularly religious one. What I mean is that I firmly believe that there is something keeping all of us balanced and that miracles and divinity are possible, but I can’t fully believe what the Scripture says happened so long ago.

Religion is so personal, and how one interprets or embodies religion is unique to each individual. I’m happy that I’ve had such a broad education in world religions and Christianity because I feel like I can make an informed decision about what role religion plays in my life. But I also feel as though I am not tied to any one belief, which allows me to grow and change with my spirituality. Religion and spirituality, like so may other things, are fluid. I may not have one particular belief now, but allowing myself to be open to spirituality and, in turn, open to new experiences, makes me feel as though I am a part of something greater than myself. And that, more than anything, gives me hope about what’s to come.

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

American Liberal, Roman Catholic: Feminism in Church and State

Every August, my family gets together for a reunion of sorts: we call it a Feast (capital F) and it’s hosted by my grandfather’s Italian society out in a private park. In many ways, it is a typical family gathering—tons (too much, really) of food, lots of yelling, lots of cousins; you know how it goes. The only difference is that our Feast involves a mass and then, in the afternoon, each family in the society takes turns carrying a large statue of the Virgin Mary around the park. No, we’re not a cult—we’re just old-school Roman Catholics.

The custom of a feast like this actually comes from early Italian immigration to America. Seeking a way to stay connected, friends and relatives from the same small area all formed societies to celebrate their hometown’s patron saint. In many ways, my grandfather’s Italian society is the same today as it was back when it was first formed—that is to say, only men can join. Like the Roman Catholic Church itself, the whole setup reeks of sexism.  And while I was raised with the church being a part of my life, the great irony is that I am a Hillary Clinton-loving, Riot Grrrl-ing, unabashedly liberal feminist.

But I don’t actually see being a liberal, feminist Roman Catholic as really that uncommon. For starters, I certainly wasn’t raised to see myself/women as being subservient. Though this mentality is certainly held by some members of older generations, I was always taught differently. My family has been pretty key to my feminism in this respect—my grandfather was always the first to classify members of his society as “grumpy old men, soon to be left behind in the times,” while my grandmother is basically Dorothy Zbornak reincarnated. This is on top of the glaringly obviously fact that the whole society worships a woman, along with countless other examples of badass Roman Catholic saints and nuns: St. Catherine, Joan of Arc, Mother Teresa, Sister Simone Campbell and the Nuns on the Bus, just to name a few.

In mixing religion and politics, I fall in line with the 60% of American Catholics that don’t attend Church regularly, the 77% who believe that abortion should be legal, and the 59% that believe in marriage equality. (All statistics taken from the March 2014 report by the Pew Research Center’s Religion & Public Life Project). These numbers line up fairly neatly with the Democratic platform and fall in line with longer trends that show moderate Catholics voting more liberally, despite the Vatican’s stalwart stance on a majority of (really, all) issues.

In all, 71% of American Catholics believe that the election of Pope Francis represents a major change in the direction of the church. While I remain somewhat skeptical, I certainly will credit His Holiness’ PR skills—just inspiring people to believe again (especially after the disaster of Pope Benedict) is a major feat. More importantly, however, is that I’ve never really considered my political opinions to be in contradiction with anything I learned in religion class. After all, the Ten Commandments are supposedly about the values of social justice. I choose to think of them more as guidelines: as my homeslice (and fellow Catholic) Diablo Cody described her opinion, “it’s about finding your own spiritual path and drowning out human judgment.”

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

The Perilous Depths of Self-Perception

We’ve all seen that picture of a little kitten staring into a mirror and seeing itself as a big ol’ scruffy lion… you know the one. Followed by the quote, “What matters most is how you see yourself.”

Well, I’d like to challenge that idea. It’s reversed: I am the lion(ess) but see myself as the runt of the litter (the cutest automatically but also the least likely to survive). Why? Freud could probably explain a thing or two about my childhood. Fortunately, I recently received a personal revelation… It came in a vision—a man appeared on a flaming pie and said unto them—Oh whoops, nope, that’s John Lennon on the christening of the Beatles. Short attention span. Ok. The revelation:

How you see yourself is utterly and ridiculously different from how others perceive you.

Some of you are thinking, “Well, yeah…” but this epiphany blew my mind. These ideas I have about myself, the way I see myself in a mirror, my attributes —they’re all so distinctly separate from how the world views them. It’s like the Rorschach test. And that’s ok. In fact, it’s brilliant. Why? Because I tend to be wildly self-critical: I’m too skinny, I’m not helpful enough, my (damn Akhtar family) nose (that doesn’t skip generations) is too big, I’m passive-aggressive, I have no tangible “talents” (like playing the ukele or parkour), I sure as hellfire can’t cook—shit, I can’t even sew on a damn button. And apparently I can’t spell ‘sow’ because I had to Google that. But it’s Saturday, so I’ll cut myself some slack because I won a lot of spelling bees as a runt. But I digress… these are sincere perceptions I have about my own self. Again, you have my full permission to call upon the spirit of Freud to ask why, but only if you report back your findings.

A mentor of mine is world-famous, inspires positive change in people’s lives and has met countless world leaders and celebrities. You’d imagine this guy feels mighty crisp, right? Well, he recently revealed to a group of bewildered Stanford kids something deeply personal and baffling: every single time before he goes on stage, he curses at himself saying he’s an idiot and that he’s going to fuck everything up (yes, exact words) in front of everybody. He sincerely verbally kicks himself in the ‘nads. And yet every time he gets up there, his serene, powerful, and hilarious presence just blows everyone to smithereens. This is a man that spreads world peace through teaching inner peace, a best-selling author who is revered worldwide. To know that somebody of that caliber has the internal self-critical dialogue of a girl entering the perpetually insecure world of puberty is a really humbling experience in the bizarre and obnoxious phenomenon that is the human condition.

Most of us have been wired to tell ourselves we’re not good enough—by our families, society, our peers… this list isn’t new knowledge to you. But lately, by some stroke of brilliance, I’ve realized that it is the people who interact with you, who see you from literally an outsider’s perspective, who can tell you how fabulous you really are.

I’m blessed to have acquired this two-way mirror perspective of the disparity between the outside view and my self-perception. I think I’m going to start listing it as one of my talents. I’m involved in this incredible personal development program in which people praise each other anonymously at the end: the only rule is you can only look at the slew of praise when everyone’s done writing it. You’re hit with a monstrous freakin’ avalanche of praise. I’ve had the immense honor of participating in this over a dozen times, and what people write often makes me weep. They make you realize truly how cool, special or beautiful (or all the above) you really are.

The things I hear about myself most often are how beautiful my eyes, hair and smile are, how hilarious I am and how comfortable others feel divulging any information about themselves to me because it’s safe from judgment. Really? Because my brother’s greenish-grey eyes are way more beautiful than my hazel ones, my hair has a frizzy, semi-straight/semi-curly/semi-can’t-even-be-categorized mind of its own (thanks mom and dad, for shaving my head and letting me be the bald little girl in a frumpy dress), and I have crooked lower teeth but hate dentists so much I kicked one in the face when I was 11 so forget that. I’ve been in crowds that certainly did not care to laugh at anything I had to say even though I thought it hysterical, and I’m petrified solid of having people be uncomfortable around me and feeling like I can’t help someone who needs it: it is my number one fear to lose someone I cherish because they felt they had no one to turn to.

And what’s even more perturbing is these are genuine thoughts that feel like facts; I don’t say them to seek validation or fish for compliments. They feel real. Here are some more ‘facts’ about me just to really drive the point home…

Physically: As a kid, I tried to cut off the mole above my lip with scissors… with scissors, folks! Kids used to tease me that it looked like a fly was on my face, because children can be horrible little shits. And as I’ve grown older, people have told me it’s a beauty mark and have compared it to Madonna’s and Cindy Crawford’s… Not that I see it any differently, but what on Noah’s legendary Ark? How did it just graduate from a fly on the face to celeb status?

Professionally: When asked about my current job, I say I do a lot of event coordination, communications and management (among numerous other things) at a compassion research center. But the last time I was saying this, my dear friend Abhishek interjected, “Oh man, she gets to hang out with enlightened beings for a living.” Which is also partially true: I’ve had the honor of hosting some inspiring leaders like the Dalai Lama, Thich Nhat Hanh, and Eckhart Tolle, but it’s such a small portion of what I do that I don’t even think of it first. But for my first job right out of college, I’d like to hope that’s not shabby at all.

Emotionally/Socially: It’s been a gnarly beginning of the year (apparently for many), and I’ve been gouging my emotional eyes myself feeling like I’m the bad person in recent fall-outs. Empathy can be a big ol’ stick up the wazoo. Luckily I have a support system that reminds me I’m not a sociopath and that I am doing the best I can while listening to my intuition, which should never be ignored. Even though it’s been a rocky start, I’ve already experienced so many moments where my love organ (that would be the heart, you twisted beings) has literally felt swollen and heavy with all the gratitude for the people in my life. From those who let me crash at their homes and took care of me, who helped me move and provided free services, who connected me to others and gave me a support system that is unmatched by any other: I’m lucky to have these people in my life who see me in a wholly different, positive light. And I should just shut up and accept that.

So, what’s my point?

Let people praise you, damn it. Let them reflect you so that you, the lion(ess), finally can see the lion reflected back at you.

Only the Walrus himself can explain this with grace: I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. This idea that we attract goodness because we are good is all too new to me, because lately I sincerely feel the best thing about me is the people in my life. And, when I say that out of gratitude to my friends, they say lightly, “Oh, we are just a reflection of you.” And I just want to bash them over the head and say, No, goddammit: I’m amazing because of YOU; just let me be! And we get into a ‘You’re awesome!’ ‘No, you’re awesome!’ tiff for days. I now realize why these are the Tool lyrics I gravitate most toward always: Overthinking, overanalyzing separates the body from the mind. The mind tends to cling to the negative, so you need to tell it to bugger off and let you do your thang. Don’t let your self-criticism get in the way of what you want to achieve. Meditation helps (ooh, smooth plug!)

Ok that’s not the only point. Here’s another:

Don’t disregard your life experiences.

I’m stoked to live a pretty easy life, but when I tell people my story—lived in a third world country half my life, have moved over a dozen times in the past 8 years alone, survived a 12-year long family separation and my father in a coma for a month without health insurance, etc.—they tell me, holy shit… you are a strong person. Well, I don’t feel strong because I’ll cry at a traffic light but I only realize what I’ve endured when I think of the emotions associated with those events.

So take Tool’s advice and learn to swim so you can navigate these perilous, murky depths of the ocean that is your being, and let those who love you tell you what you truly are: a fucking awesome creature, a brilliant collective of billions of cells. Goo goo goo joob.

Photo by Gali Levi-McClure

Photo by Gali Levi-McClure

Learning How to Actively Take Care of my Body Without Hating It

As a lady who lives on Earth, I have some body issues. Luckily, these didn’t really start for me until I was 17 (which is apparently, and distressingly, a pretty late age to begin worrying about this stuff, considering that some start as young as 9 years old.)

The Old

So, what happened at age 17? The birth control pill. Over the course of the first two to three months I was on it, I gained 20 pounds. I was definitely never skinny to begin with, but this was the first time I thought of myself as actually “fat.” Before the year was out, I was on Weight Watchers and I stuck to it pretty diligently. I lost that 20 pounds after following the program for a few months but even though the scale said 145, I still looked in the mirror and felt 165. And, yet, despite insisting that the fat-free ice cream (which, as someone who has since made her own ice cream—how is that created??) tastes just as good as the regular,  religiously checking the calorie count on all the breads at the supermarket and weighing that against the size and density of the slices, going to bed hungry and looking forward exclusively to eating in the morning, I was done.

Policing one’s weight is hard work. I didn’t want to do it anymore. But I had been raised to be a hard worker, to not quit just because I haven’t succeeded, and to excel at all the things I do. So a few months later, I tried again, with some other plan. And then another. And another. They really all blurred together over the next six years or so. But in trying and failing to lose weight, I gained it. And kept gaining. Sometimes, just deciding to count calories again would be enough and I wouldn’t even lose anything, just start to slowly gain. I would constantly berate myself with the pinpoint-accurate, harsh criticism that only I can inflict on myself. Too bad fat shaming doesn’t actually motivate weight loss and actually predicts weight gain instead, ‘cause that’s what happened.

It took a long time to realize that my sizeism was hurting me. (How interesting—there is a red squiggly line under this word. “Did you mean ‘sexism’?” Microsoft Word asks. No. Then again…) It took even longer to realize that the reason I had trouble (strike that, have trouble) letting go of my sizeism is because that would mean that I would have to reject that idea that if I were just less lazy and weak-willed, I could be better. To accept the idea that I’d been going about it all wrong for five freaking years. But I had been.

Dieting does not work. Not even if you don’t call it a diet. Not even if you are just “trying to eat healthier” or “just eating whole foods” or “counting calories.” It is actually, as that last link explains and my body can tell you firsthand, a predictor of future weight gain. Because, of course, those things do work! For a while. And then they don’t anymore and you end up with more health problems than you would have if you had just stayed kinda fat, which is, in fact, not a health problem.

As you can probably tell, this is something I have spent a lot of time and feelings on. About a year ago, I was seriously freaking out. I weighed more than I ever had, I was feeling like crap about myself, and whenever I even thought about dieting, my body started freaking out from deprivation anxiety and I couldn’t last a week. The definition of insanity is when a person tries the same thing again and again and blahblahblah… I’m still fat. That’s when I went crazy with the online research. That’s when I finally admitted I had a huge body image problem and a terrible relationship with food. That’s when I went to see a body image counselor.

The New

Here is what I do now: I practice intuitive eating. I do not restrict what I can eat—I’ll eat whatever I damn well please, since restricting it is what screwed me up in the first place. But I do pay attention to my fullness. I do consider how my body will feel—not look, feel—after eating whatever I’m considering. And I do work to take care of my stress, unhappiness, loneliness, and whatever-other-feelings with methods that are not soothing them with tasty food. My love of cooking has been both a help and a hindrance to this. I cook what I want, just like I eat what I want, but I still try to consult with my digestive tract to figure out what is going to make me the happiest. I try—and this is always a battle—to truly and honestly consider my health, vitamins, nutrients, and essential food groups, etc. over my weight when making dinner. This is the hardest thing I still struggle with.

As for exercise, I similarly exercise where and when and how I want. I try to refuse exercise that I feel like I “should” do and only do what I want to do. Instead of daily runs and elliptical work, I get to do an activity that I actually really enjoy doing, instead of just appreciating it as a way to burn calories. I regularly practice yoga, bike to work, dance in tap classes, and play Quidditch. Doing exercise because I like it while I’m doing it instead of just feeling self-congratulatory afterwards gives me the opportunity to do it without the guilt and self-pressure to exercise as a means of eating more. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone for a run (a thing I despise) instead of riding my bike because it was a faster calorie burn and I was having people over for dinner later. This is a recipe for a terrible relationship with both exercise and food.

Finally, a part of what I do that you won’t find in any size policing plan: managing my psyche. Real talk: I’d love to lose some of the weight I’ve gained from my past dieting experiences. It would be awesome. But to avoid dieting again—a constant temptation despite my past experiences—I work hard to make sure I feel happy and beautiful how I am. As a big Pinterest fan, I noticed I felt lousy every time I went on—because all the fashion boards I follow have only skinny white women. I immediately found five “fat fashion” boards to follow. Seeing these beautiful women of all shapes and sizes and colors makes me feel like I can be beautiful too. We see obese people in the world a lot, nearly always portrayed as lazy, stupid, face-stuffers. It is no wonder that nearly everyone is sizeist, even fat and obese people! Seeing them as beautiful and sexy everyday does wonders.

Clothes shopping is another battle against feeling good, but I do it because I like fashion and want to get dressed every morning feeling like I look stylish and fun. For a long time, I kept thinspiration clothes in my closet, hoping, knowing that I would fit into them someday. What a great way to feel like shit every morning! I have since gotten rid of them and replaced them with things that look good on me now.

Keeping up with fat acceptance and fat positivity bloggers has been awesome. This is more deprogramming of my sizeism and it makes me a better human to both others and myself. Isabel Foxen Duke is sassy and funny and sends weekly e-mails reminding me to continue the awesomeness. Others: Dances with Fat, Nude Muse, and Fat Nutritionist.

The Future

To even suggest, let alone say outright, that I am all fantastic and super happy all the time in my fat body and always make the best choices would be ridiculous. I’m still learning. But I do:

  • Refuse to bully myself or let others bully me around food and exercise choices
  • Actively work to love myself and how I look
  • Allow myself to thoughtfully eat whatever the hell I want to and exercise however and whenever the hell I want to
  • Seek out others who will support my positivity

Let me tell you: these things make a huge difference. It’s a lot of work to love yourself, especially if that self is not deemed “loveable” by society. But it is most definitely worth the effort.

Photo by Michelle White

Photo by Michelle White

We Don’t Know: Is My Exercise Routine Hurting Me?

Last week, I shared how and why I make exercise a priority. As I was researching my article (and reading my regular health blogs), I stumbled along this post on The Greatist. I was literally turning in my final draft for last week’s article and I already knew I had to write a follow up.

Fitspo, Thinspo, and all other “spos” on Instagram, Facebook, or Tumblr are said to be promoting a healthy lifestyle. But I’m wondering if, more often than not, they might just be distorting our body image and our health even more than before.

The big question is: what is too much exercise?

There are a lot of different articles out there that say you should do this many minutes of exercise a week and this percentage should be cardio and this percentage should be strength training. That’s not what I’m talking about.

I’m talking about exercising to the point where you are damaging your body.

When I was fourteen years old, I played a lot of softball. And I mean, a lot of softball. Between the two JV & Varsity teams, I was one of only three pitchers. That meant I often would play six games a week. If I threw sixty pitches a game, that meant three hundred and sixty pitches a week (not including any practices, warm ups, etc.). As the season would progress, you could slowly see me fall apart—my mechanics, my pitches, my focus—finding the strike zone got harder and harder and it wasn’t my arm.

You see, at fourteen, I wasn’t strong enough to carry a college level-schedule for pitching. That many pitches a week is a lot, even for an eighteen-year-old or a twenty-four-year-old. But I didn’t know that. So I kept pitching. The more tired I got, the shorter my step became, and I started locking my knee. Sure, this gave me a great drop ball, but it also made the ball-and-socket joint in my left hip repeatedly pound against each other. Yeah, it hurt! It hurt a lot and I didn’t know why. The trainer and the coaches just blamed it on fatigue: I would get used to it. Now, I look back and say, “Hell yeah, it was fatigue.” My body was fucking tired, and it was telling me to slow down and take seat. But I was an athlete, I could handle it. I kept playing and a mere six weeks into the season, I tore a tendon in my hip that took a piece of my bone with it. It left in its wake a crack just small enough to not need surgery but serious enough to put me on crutches for eight weeks. I was fourteen, not eighty-five. And what followed was four years of physical therapy (due to continuing alignment issues), knee pain, and back pain. Anytime I go to the running store to get fitted for new shoes, they are surprised I’m a runner because my right leg still supports a majority of my body weight. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy it so much: I wasn’t ever supposed to be good at it again.

The psychological effects of my injury ran deep. I never threw off my high school’s home field pitching mound again. I eventually quit swimming, field hockey, and softball. Maybe if someone had told me not to push myself so hard, I would have enjoyed them through college. Now, as an adult, I shared with you how I make time to exercise regularly. I tried to focus that article on having fun, not burning calories. Why? Well that’s another dangerous line to toe. You know bulimia? The potentially life-threatening eating disorder. People with bulimia may secretly binge—eat large amounts of food—and then purge, try to get rid of the extra calories in an unhealthy way. For example, someone with bulimia may force vomiting or do excessive exercise.

I think often, we forget about that part I put in bold and only focus on the vomiting. I’m not a doctor but I have experienced the obsessive emotions associated with disordered exercising. It’s hard to get them out of your head. You don’t have to be skinny to have them. Yes, being incredibly underweight is a sign you are sick, but so are other things: Is your workout schedule making you lose sleep? Are you constantly stressing about when you can have your next workout? Do you go through a run despite illness or injury? I have. I have obsessed about how to plan my weekend around my workouts. I justify it in some ways because I’m “training for a marathon” and getting enough miles in each week. Or I will sit and look over an entire restaurant menu and plug each and every item in to make sure it’s not too many calories because I only ran five miles today. Most of the time, it means plugging in 10 ingredients per dish to figure out if it’s right and, by the way, that takes forty minutes of my day. WTF, LIZ.

Though I’m really proud of my healthier habits, there are times where I feel my fitness obsession is also my biggest demon. I never feel more alive than I do after a spin class. Running has taught me so much about my limitations and given me confidence in myself I never had before. Early on, running was a way for me to get away from twenty-something stress (work, friends, etc.). But at the same time, I wonder if threw myself into it too fast.

So now, I say: Liz, if you want the damn pastrami melt, get the pastrami melt. I hate this term, but YOLO. Stop wasting hours obsessing over whether you worked out enough to earn that pastrami sandwich. Don’t go home for a run you didn’t plan just because you ate a bit too much. You shouldn’t punish yourself for living life like a normal person. We’re all different. We will find different activities and foods and lifestyles we enjoy. It’s great if you lose ten pounds before summer but if you don’t and you are loving life anyway, that’s all that matters. Go forth!

Photo by Meaghan Morrison

Photo by Meaghan Morrison

 

The World from the Saddle of Your Bike

Last week we talked about how to work with your bike. This week, we get into how to make your bike effectively and safely work for you!

In case you missed it, here’s part 1.

Getting Around by Bike

As a bicyclist, you may use any public roadways that are not explicitly off-limits to bikes, such as freeways. However, if you’re an inexperienced bicyclist, you may feel more comfortable avoiding busy roads and sticking to neighborhood streets. As you gain confidence and experience, you can move up to bigger arterial roadways in order to get where you’re going faster.

Try mapping out a route on Google Maps, then go test ride it on a weekend. You’ll get a feel for how best to navigate those roads, and you’ll find out about how long your ride will take. If you test ride your route, I guarantee you will find some important helpful detail you wouldn’t have otherwise thought of!

Staying Safe on Your Bike

Bicycling, statistically, is a very safe form of travel, even accounting for all the people who always ride in an unsafe manner. Bicycling becomes radically safer as you learn to ride on the road safely and predictably as a part of traffic. Doing this does not require speed, bravery, or any special skills. If you understand the principles of traffic and the rules of the road, the same ones you follow when driving a car, you already know how to do it on a bike!

You need to be proactive and take responsibility for your own safety, because nobody else will. As a bicyclist using the public roadways, you have all the same rights and responsibilities of any other driver on the road. Think of yourself as the driver of your bicycle- that’s what you are! You should ride, or drive, in a way that other drivers expect. This means you need to follow all the same rules you would as if you were driving a car: ride in the same direction as traffic, stop at stop signs and red lights, signal and yield when changing lanes… that sort of thing.

There is one exception to this equality though: in many US states, bicyclists are subject to a law that says some variation of “bicyclists must ride as far to the right as practicable.” (I’m most familiar with California traffic laws, so that’s what I’ll refer to here, but if you live somewhere else you should check your local laws for variations.) However! It’s important to remember that “as far right as practicable” does not mean “as far to the right as possible!” The law actually provides several exceptions to the requirement to ride to the right. These include: when passing another vehicle, when traveling at about the same speed as the rest of traffic, when preparing for a left turn, when the lane is too narrow to safely share side-by-side with a car, or when any “hazardous condition” exists that makes it unsafe to ride at the road edge.

In fact, there are many “hazardous conditions” that you would be subjecting yourself to by hugging the curb or riding as far to the right as possible. By hugging the right edge of the road, you put yourself at much greater risk of the three most common types of car-bike collisions. To avoid being hit by an opening car door, ride at least 5 feet away from parked cars. (This area near parked cars is called the “door zone.”) Also, debris or other rough, slippery road conditions tend to gather along the edge of the road where cars don’t normally drive. Not only can that put you at a higher risk of flat tires, it can even cause you to lose control of your bike and crash. These road hazards that are so apparent to many bicyclists are not necessarily obvious to someone driving a car, or to someone who is inexperienced at cycling.

The best way to avoid all these hazards is by using, or riding in the middle of, a full travel lane, just as you would when driving a car. By riding in the center of a lane, or just to the left of center (which is where other drivers expect to see traffic), you communicate to those other drivers behind you that they need to change lanes, giving you plenty of space, to safely pass you. When it’s safe, you may move to the right to allow easier passing by other vehicles. Behave like the driver of any other vehicle and people will, subconsciously and by default, treat you as such, unless they specifically go out of their way to harass you. I personally use this technique every day. It can be intimidating to ride a bike in the same lane as other traffic- but, trust me, it really does work very well! You can read more information about these techniques here.

Some roads include bike lanes or cycle tracks. These can be useful to cyclists, but be cautious when using them. Don’t ride in a bike lane, path, or track just because it’s there. Check to be sure it’s actually safe and free of hazards before you ride in it. Many bike lanes are actually not safe to use because of poor road planning or maintenance. You are never legally required to ride in an unsafe bike lane. When you do use a bike facility, be aware that you’re still a part of traffic, subject to the same rules as other drivers, and that using the facility does not mean you’ll be isolated from traffic. Take special care at intersections, where cars will be turning and often will not be looking for inconspicuous bikes.

Remember those hand signals they taught you in driver’s ed for when your car’s turn signals don’t work? Those work for biking too. You should signal whenever you want to merge or turn left or right, just as you would when driving a car.

If you don’t feel comfortable riding on a particular road, don’t ride there. Find an alternate route. Later when you’ve gained more experience and confidence riding as a part of traffic, consider taking busier arterial streets. They’re usually faster than neighborhood streets. You’ll still meet the occasional jerk who is very vocal about not wanting you on “their” road, but they are few and far between. Act like any other driver, confidently and predictably, and the vast majority of drivers will treat you like any other driver. It really is driving your bicycle.

Next time you’re driving your car and you see a cyclist riding in the middle of the lane, you’ll know that they’re positioned there for their own safety, not to annoy you. It’s easy to just pass them safely as you would pass anyone else.

Bicycling Safety Gear

The defensive driving techniques discussed in the last section are the primary and most effective ways to stay safe on your bike, but you’ll often need additional equipment to stay safe.

It’s always good to have lights on your bike, even if you don’t plan to ride after dark. This will give you the peace of mind to not have to worry about being stranded after dark. Your lights’ primary job is to help other drives see you. If it’s very dark out, your headlight will also enable you to see the road. If it’s foggy, rainy, or if other visibility problems exist, lights will help other drivers see you more easily. You should have a bright white headlight and at least one or two bright red taillights, as well as a red reflector facing rearwards. Buy the brightest head and tail lights you can afford. Detach your lights from your bike when you park, and take them with you. If you do plan to ride at night, or around dawn or dusk, lights are absolutely essential!

Riding a bike after dark with no lights is illegal and very dangerous. No, really- please use lights at night. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen cyclists at night wearing all black with no lights, and the only way I could see them was when they were silhouetted against lights in the background. Even if you stay to the edge of the road (which is less safe for the reasons discussed earlier), there are still plenty of potential conflict points that become much more dangerous when nobody can see you.

The very last line of defense you have on your bike, if all else fails, is your helmet. Depending on your age and where you live, riding without a helmet may or may not be legal, but it’s always a good idea to wear one. A helmet, properly worn, can greatly improve how you fare in what may otherwise have been a serious or fatal crash.

If you are in a crash and you are hurt badly enough that you can’t tell other people your medical information, a medical ID that gives paramedics access to your emergency medical and contact information can also help save your life. Probably the most popular medical ID for cyclists is the RoadID.

Go do it!

So that’s about it! Based on my personal experience with using my bike for transportation, these are the first things I would tell anybody considering doing the same. I find cycling for everyday transportation quite fun and rewarding. The best part is, I get to ride my bike just about every day. How great is that?

This 2-part article is just a first primer though- there are countless additional resources out there for everything biking related. If you want to read more, here are a few of my favorite websites related to bicycling. Be careful clicking on any of these links- you may end up spending hours there!

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Photo by Rob Adams

Photo by Rob Adams

All Night Long: The Darkness of Insomnia

“That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to bed early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime.” – Banana Yoshimoto

No kidding.

Insomnia is  many things, not one of which is pleasant. It can make your bedroom feel like the most daunting place on Earth, it can cause your days, weeks, months to bleed together like some crazy, punctuation-free, run-on sentence. It’s the stuff Fight Clubs are made of.

As an anxious-type child and then an anxious-type young adult, I’ve spent countless nights waiting out the darkness for morning, simply so I would have a good excuse to get up and stop trying to fall asleep. I’ve heard all of the tricks, played all of the games. My body is slowly, from my toes, filling with sand, growing heavier. I am on the beach, waves crashing in the distance, sun warming my skin. I am in the mountains, in Savasana on my yoga mat, I am letting Arrested Development play quietly on TV, I am counting backwards from 1,000. I am doing it again. I am taking melatonin. Unisom. Anything with PM on the label. I am listening to waterfalls, I am burning eucalyptus. I am awake.

So, what helps? There’s creedence, yes, to the advice to not overthink it. A hot bath, a well-timed sleep aide. A really, really boring book. Earlier this year I discovered that a noise-maker can really take the edge off of the constant chatter of my obsessive thoughts. But guess what—just like anything else in motion—a mind tends to want to stay in motion, too. When thoughts want attention, they find a way to make themselves heard. I’ve not ruled out the possibility that I am truly my own worst enemy, or that my circadian rhythm is the opposite of how it should be, sporadic and on a phasic schedule all unto itself.

If there’s an article out there about other people who insom, or about how sleep deprivation can feel on par with being legally drunk, or how tons of really smart, high-achieving people are insomniacs, I’ve probably already read it. In the middle of the night, no less. I’ve read the infographics, I know that I’m preventing my body from rejuvenating, that I’m increasing my risk for stroke and diabetes. And I know that I should just relax. But, it turns out that it just doesn’t work like that. Because there’s 3:00 in the morning, staring back at me like dear, God, look away. The hamster wheel in my mind spins. It keeps going. Running, running, getting nowhere.

Sometimes, even, at the beginning of a bout of insomnia I will just surrender to it and make myself comfortable for its stay. Sometimes, with a calm patience, it works its way in and then back out of my life; other times it culminates in a completely unbearable exhaustion wherein a sheer desperation for sleep is all-consuming.

There is no magic pill, practice, or solution to insomnia and everyone will find different things do and don’t work for them: the conditions might be perfect but sleep can still find a way to evade us. Knowing as little as we do about sleep, it makes a person wonder if there’s just some other element to it. Is it like falling in love? Is it possible that even when the setup is Rom Com, meet cute, algorithm perfect one can just simply not be feeling that… special thing? Is it possible, that even with the last cup of coffee emptied over ten hours ago, and the air set at 75 degrees, the sheets fresh and the curtains blocking light, with a favorite wind-chimey, watery, meditative musical number floating above the sound of the traffic, that still something is amiss. You feel calm, you feel tired, you are comfortable, all the world seems right, and yet there you are, wide awake, waiting.

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

How I Made Exercise a Priority

I love running. I specifically love running half marathons (soon to be marathons, I hope).  I didn’t always like it—in fact in 7th grade my mom made me join the cross country team and I would walk 3.1 miles. I broke my hip in high school. One time my field hockey coach told me she was surprised I even finished two miles. I guess it was a special type of stubbornness that made me a runner. But I did it because I wanted to challenge myself. First, I ran a half-marathon on a whim. Then, I wanted to try and be a “real runner” and tackle my first marathon. I realized I loved planning for the races—you can’t just roll out of bed and run 13.1 miles. You have to build from 0 to 12, and then run your race. And while I wheezed and huffed and walked all around those 13.1 miles in Agoura Hills, it felt fabulous to actually make it through that first race.

To learn to love running, I realized I had to change my mindset. For me it was a competitive attitude (and lack of a team sport) that pushed me to live a more fit life. I’m not saying exercise is always fun for me, but I have learned to make it a time. Why do I make the time? How do I make time? Why do I schedule exercise and make it a priority?

I set a goal and make a plan

One way I force myself to workout is to set a goal, like a race, and then work backwards to create a training plan. Each takes up 14-18 weeks of a year and, a few races in, you have a whole year of training.

I make it fun

Do you hate exercise? You might be doing the wrong kind of exercise! I don’t mean you aren’t doing the Self Magazine endorsed “right exercise.” I mean you have to find the right type of exercise for you. For example, I don’t get Zumba but some of my friends don’t get kickboxing. You have to make the exercise not feel like work and make it fun. Find something amazing and give it a try. By the time you cool down, it will be like you just went to the best therapy ever! Whether it’s trying a new spin class or aerial yoga or Just Dance, you have to try things until you find your staple.

How will you know when to find the right thing? I’ll give you a hint. When you are posting Facebook statuses and taking Sweatie Selfies—you found the right thing. I can’t shut up about my workout and have to share it with all my friends.  I brag about my new cycle shoes I got on sale. It’s like showing off a new dress—except it’s an amazing feeling of accomplishment and self-worth! We were even talking about this at my boot camp this week: who wants to give it all they’ve got and get yelled at when you can work with someone who will make you laugh and feel good about yourself?

I find a buddy

Sometimes, finding something fun is about creating something social. Consider finding a workout buddy: your buddy can keep you entertained during the boring parts of a ten-mile run. Or it can just be someone to commiserate with after a killer crossfit workout, or someone to make fun of your bad moves in Zumba class.

A workout buddy can also push you to be better. I used to do TRX training sessions, but the private ones were expensive. I switched to the trainer’s group boot camp classes to save money, and soon I discovered another perk: I’m a bit competitive. Okay… a lot competitive. Working out with other people at boot camp pushes me to hold a plank ten seconds longer or sprint instead of jog. So partner up!

I plan ahead (and pay ahead)

For some, money is the best motivator. I’m not telling you to go out and purchase an Equinox membership if you are not going to use it. But getting money involved in my exercise regime does help! For example, a lot of boutique spinning studios like SoulCycle require cancellation by 5:30 pm the night before class or you lose the class. This means when I book a 6:00 am bike, I get out of bed because there is no way in hell I’m losing that thirty dollars.

I also recently signed up for GymPact. This app allows you to set a goal of X amount of workouts a week. For every workout you miss, Pact charges you at least ten dollars. If you complete your pact, you earn a portion of the money collected from the people who missed days. I like this because it forces me to get moving for at least  thirty minutes a day and earn money while doing it. It’s not a lot but I’ll be up to twenty dollars this week after five weeks. It’s something!

But Liz, I’m broke! I can’t make it to fancy classes.

When I have to workout at home, I always queue up cool online videos like Blogilates, Daily Burn and Lionsgate BeFit (all free or dirt cheap) but inevitably I find myself skipping out for another episode of House of Cards.

This is where you have to decide if you really are serious about making exercise a priority and and figure out how to motivate yourself to do it. Invite someone to do a home workout with you. Refuse to buy those new shoes you want until you do three weeks of workouts! It takes twenty-one days to make a habit—I know you can do it. You just have to tell yourself you can.

Photo by Meaghan Morrison

Photo by Meaghan Morrison

Being Busy and Taking Care of Yourself

My first semester of grad school was really awful, and it was mostly my fault. I was taking classes in DC, and working and living on a university campus in Baltimore. I got up early and started work immediately. I would dive into my job and not look up until it was time to head to class. It was an hour each way, and a particularly arduous commute. Classes were long and I had little chance to transition between one task to the next. At home, I’d only face another avalanche of work, and then realize that I was starving. In my infinite wisdom, and more often than I would like to admit, I would grab a candy bar from the vending machine below my apartment and keep going. In the zingy sugar glow, I would work until I couldn’t anymore, and then at some point late in the evening, I would collapse, fully clothed, into bed. I felt like I was drowning. Please, please, please don’t do this.

Clearly, this was not a sustainable model. During the winter break after my first semester, I faced the fact that I had to make some changes. Today, I’m still not an expert at making sure that I am taking care of myself, but there are a few key things I’ve found necessary to avoid completely burning out.

Body

When I’m busy, I can get in this weird mindset where I convince myself its okay to put my physical self last. I have to consciously work to reframe taking care of my body as not being selfish or as putting off “real work,” but rather as taking care of the equipment I need to get the work done. If my brain doesn’t function well, I can’t write, read, respond to emails, or help others. If I think of it that way, it’s easier to justify treating myself with kindness and compassion.

  • Physical exercise. I do yoga, I dance, I run, I sometimes swim when I get super motivated, but no matter what I do something intense, regularly.
  • Enough and consistent sleep. Lots of studies will tell you about why this is important, but seriously, it is so important. I just remind myself that sleep deprivation actually kills people [trigger warning: violence, animal studies]. Work with your chronotype, because it actually makes a difference to your happiness: if you are a late riser, don’t force yourself up every day, or if you’re an early riser like me, go to bed early enough. As would be expected, there’s an app (or two hundred) for that.
  • No sugar (or whatever is your escape drug of choice). Personal but huge for me. What do you do that makes things short term better but long term worse? Is it caffeine? Alcohol? Other drugs? Not-so-wonderful relationships? I am super sensitive to sweet things. The sugar high only gets me so far, and when its over I’m just moody, groggy, fat, and nothing about my situation has changed. Treat yourself, but not with things that harm you.

Mind

There are definitely good ways and bad ways to approach what you have to get done. The following are the things that I need in order to not feel like I’m being crushed when my to-do list expands. This may not seem like self-care, but really, what could be more caring than respecting your own time and worth?

  • Have a plan. Let me tell you about the Planner Pad. I geek out about it on the regular because it is so perfect for when you are busy. It has space to divide your tasks by category or type, then a section for daily lists, and lastly a section for appointments during each day. When I can look at a single page and get a snapshot of what is going on for the entire week, I do not feel buried. I also take a few minutes at the beginning of each day to figure out what my priorities are. I do the same at the beginning of the week, month, and quarter. I think about my goals and my progress and adjust accordingly. Having that time set aside means that I consistently update my plan and can handle curve balls with way more grace.
  • Pomodoros! It may be geeky to keep a timer running in the background of your computer, but it keeps me from burning out. I love the Pomodoro Technique mostly because of the five minute breaks—just enough time to watch a music video or send a text or two to a friend, and keep myself from fizzling during a marathon work sesh.
  • Know when you’ve done enough. What is the bare minimum you need to get done during the day to keep on track? Once I’ve passed this line, I congratulate myself, and decide whether or not I need to keep going. Thinking of working more as a bonus round keeps me from getting caught in the never-ending to-do list.
  • Change what you can change. In my second year of my grad program, I got a different job without a commute and life got significantly better. I think overall it freed up another twelve hours per week to get other things done. Twelve whole hours. It was unreal.
  • Write yourself a mission statement: Why are you doing what you do? Sometimes when I felt my worst, I would stand in the shower and pretend I was in a job interview. The (imaginary) person across the (imaginary) table would say, “Why are you in grad school?” I would have three minutes to explain, out loud to myself, exactly why I was studying what I studied. This distilled my purpose, and cemented my desire to get things done. If I couldn’t say why I was doing something, then I knew it was probably time to figure out how to not do it anymore.

Spirit

Remember to take care of the other aspects of your being.

  • Schedule time for yourself. Again, you are just taking care of the equipment that you need to get the job done. It’s like putting gas in your car. I save this time for reading and sewing and not working on my to-do list.  I put this right in my calendar, because I am a geek and otherwise I wouldn’t do it.
  • Have a support network. Who can you call to get away? Who can you call if you’ve got to cry? Who always finds the best parties/concerts/adventures? To whom can you speak your biggest fears out loud, and know that they will have your back? These people are magic and I keep mine on speed dial. If this is a professional, like a therapist or a mentor at work, even better.
  • Don’t let the important things drop. My biggest regret from the busiest time in my life so far was not being part of a choir. This was the first time since 4th grade that I was not part of some sort of singing ensemble, and I could feel it. I would have been way happier if I had taken the couple hours a week or month to join some sort of group.
  • Remind yourself of your power. Chances are, if you are doing a lot now, you probably did a lot to get to where you are. I have a good friend will simply reread his resume whenever he feels like he’s not doing enough. “Hah!” he tells the universe, “You think I can’t conquer this? Look at everything I’ve conquered in the past!”

When I’m at my busiest but make sure to take care of myself, I have this wonderful, bare bones, stripped down feeling. Treating myself kindly feels like flying. I am doing exactly what needs to get done, working at my most efficient, and making steady progress towards my goals. The days go quickly, and I can think and work hard. I love having a lot going on, but if I’m not treating myself with care, I can’t enjoy it.

Want more suggestions? Peruse these 55 gentle ways to take care of yourself.

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

Let’s Ask: Managing Chronic Pain

Hey there, we’re Mackenzie and Theresa, health-conscious sister-friends who were probably separated at birth. Mackenzie is a newly minted Occupational Therapist, and Theresa is a person living with multiple chronic illnesses: rhuematoid arthritis (RA), fibromyalgia, irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), and migraines. We thought we could offer a dual perspective on pain, so we sat down at one of our favorite coffee shops with some delicious tea and cake and, as per usual, the conversation turned towards health.

ML: You told me long ago and far away that you were misdiagnosed at first, and your pain was kind of brushed aside by your pediatrician. What was that like?

TD: Yeah, when I first developed RA, I was 14, and my pediatrician told me it was just growing pains. My mom had had similar pain when she was younger, so I just thought it would go away with age. I was also sleeping like 18 hours a day, and people kept telling me that’s just how teenagers are. But I was always tired. My joints were tender, and I was super sensitive to cold, but I was under the assumption that this was kind of normal. So I questioned it a little but I didn’t really pursue it. Honestly, I was too tired to pursue it.

ML: That’s a really common question: how much of what you’re experiencing is normal, especially when it comes to pain? One thing that will help you identify “good pain” from “bad pain” is how chronic it is.

TD: Yeah, chronic pain is usually a sign that there’s a problem. For the record, “chronic” means the pain happens more days than not. Which is a definition I wish I had 11 years ago!

ML: Pain is, at a fundamental level, your body trying to tell you that something’s wrong, so it’s important to know what kinds of sensations are linked with what structures in your body.

Pain Sensation Body Part Involved
Cramps, dull ache Muscle
Sharp, shooting Nerve root
Sharp, bright, lightning-like Nerve
Burning, pressure-like, stinging, aching Sympathetic nerve
Deep, nagging, dull Bone
Sharp, severe, intolerable Fracture
Throbbing, diffuse Vasculature (blood vessels)

Even in this table, you can see that sensations for different body parts can be very similar, like a “dull ache” can be either muscle or bone pain. But it’s really a matter of your intuitive sense of your body when trying to figure out what body part is involved.

TD: Plus, it’s really important to take your symptoms as a collection, not just as separate occurrences. Separately, flu-like symptoms, joint pain and fatigue can be any number of things, but put together they make up a pretty standard definition of RA, or similar autoimmune disorders. Unfortunately my pediatrician didn’t put the pieces together. What are some questions she should have asked, though?

ML: Some questions might include, where is the pain focused? Is it radiating? When does it happen: during a particular time of day, or during a specific activity?

TD: Right, like my RA pain is worst in the morning and improves throughout the day. My life made so much more sense once I read that “morning stiffness” is an RA symptom. IBS, on the other hand, seems irrelevant to when or what I eat and strikes randomly, like a Jackson Pollock painting.

ML: Those are some other good points to consider: Are there triggers, like something you’ve eaten or something you’ve done? Is it constant or intermittent? Having these answers before calling an MD might’ve smoothed out those appointments, Theresa.

TD: Yes, and even with these answers I still was misdiagnosed. I always encourage people to advocate for themselves if they need more testing. For me, the severity of the pain was also very telling, once I saw a more open-minded doctor.

ML: The medical world often rates pain on a 0 to 10 scale, with 0 being no pain and 10 being the most pain you’ve ever felt in your life.

TD: And that’s a very subjective scale, because what constitutes one person’s 10 may barely register on another person’s scale. I’ve met other people with the same inflammatory markers (i.e. blood test results) as me who have more and less pain based on this scale. Pain really obscures your perspective, so your own scale may change—mine definitely has. It wasn’t until my treatments started working that I realized how much pain I was actually in, and how much pain I had accepted as “normal”.

ML: And that probably affected how you were misdiagnosed.

TD:  I really, really wish I had gotten a second opinion or had the Internet to do my own research (thanks, dial-up!). And I didn’t have any ER-worthy stuff—like bleeding, fever, or fainting. So, in some ways, my diagnosis was slow because I was managing my pain relatively well.

ML: You’ve had a lot of diagnoses now. What’s your first reaction when you get a new diagnosis?

TD: Well, first I add it to my Pokedex of sickness! [Laughter] Then I research the hell out of treatments, fill prescriptions, etc. I’m always most interested in how to manage the pain on the daily, though.

ML: I think that’s a pretty common reaction­—wanting to make the pain go away.

TD: I think so, and it’s very pragmatic, because chronic pain can change your whole perception of life.

ML: That goes back to the idea that pain is your body’s way of telling you that something’s wrong. The problem with chronic pain, especially after diagnosis, is that your body keeps telling you something’s wrong, but you already know that and you’re trying to make it stop.

TD:  Your body is that ex that keeps leaving you voicemails and won’t stop calling.

ML: Exactly!

TD: I know what’s comforting about my RA’s medical treatment is that I’m able to treat the root cause of the pain, which is my overactive immune system.

ML: But is that always possible? Especially with chronic conditions? I know that doctors are only now beginning to understand what causes Fibromyalgia and IBS. So a lot of treatment still focuses on coping with pain, not necessarily eliminating it.

TD: For me, I’m on a lot of medications to knock out the disease processes that are causing my pain, but I still find that the pain, managing meds, and therapies impact my everyday life. I think my biggest coping mechanism besides the medications is accepting what I can and can’t do. There are a lot of things that people expect that I can do, but they’re very painful. It’s hard for me to accept that I deserve to not feel pain when it means not being involved in certain parts of the world. I’m naturally very outgoing but I tend to be more of a homebody to prevent pain-hangovers. For example, walking around the mall won’t be painful while I’m doing it, but later tonight and tomorrow, I’m definitely going to feel some pain. I have to take into consideration what I need to do the next day and make sure I can rest or medicate before deciding to embark on a pain-inducing activity.

ML: What are some other activities like that?

TD: Well, sometimes it’s the little things you don’t think about—I always make sure to carry bags on my shoulders instead of my hands, when possible. Smaller joints are more delicate and deteriorate faster, and I’m trying to keep my hands working for as long as possible! Or, for example, I like to cook, but can only stand for about 15 minutes before my lower body starts to ache, so I try to sit on a stool while I do meal prep. I also use really sharp knives so I can put less pressure on my joints when chopping things—otherwise my hands will ache the next day. Knowing how often I’d like to eat (you know, daily) that can add up to a lot of pain if I’m not careful.

ML: That’s where my field really shines in treating folks with chronic pain, I think. Occupational therapy looks at “occupation” as anything people do to occupy their time, which means pretty much anything you do throughout the day is fair game. With chronic pain, OT looks at how to restructure activities so they’re less painful and less effortful, and teaches energy conservation techniques to combat the fatigue that often comes with chronic pain. People without chronic pain don’t usually think about how exhausting pain is, but spending the day in even a little bit of pain will wear thin on most people’s patience. It affects motivation, mood, and especially the ability to interact with other people.

TD:  So basically everything. I know one thing we bonded over at first was being migraine-buddies….

ML: Yep! My migraines are chronic and they come with a lot of what I like to call accessory pains (in my knees, hips, back). They’re not the focus of the migraine, but they’re still caused by it. I notice for me that the mindfulness practice of non-judging is really helpful with these accessory pains.

TD: Non-judging?

ML: I just think of the pain not as “bad” but rather as a part of me that’s just there, and I find I can get through more of my day than if I don’t. It doesn’t make the pain go away, but it helps me work with it better. Non-judging means taking away that little voice that evaluates everything as “good” or “bad.”

TD: So, basically, making a conscious choice not to give into the “I’m in pain, and it sucks that I’m in pain” mentality. I think that falls under the umbrella of accepting your own condition. I know for me, I started being able to do a lot more and be a lot happier once I started understanding my limits and figuring out how to work within them, rather than fight against them.

We’d like to invite readers to share their stories about how they’ve coped with pain, chronic or not, in the comments below! Who or what has supported you and made your life better?

MacKenzie Lorenzato is a contributing writer, newly minted occupational therapist, baker, Joss Whedon fan, Disney guru, musical theatre lover, dog person, and tree climber extraordinaire. 

Theresa Dee is a contributing writer, Bay Area native, and a big ol’ geek about thrifting, tea roses, fantasy-sci fi, and intersectional politics. Reach her at: theresa.dee.writes (AT) gmail (DOT) com

Photo by Andy Sutterfield

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