Rachel began CrossFit one year ago, here is
her reflection on that year.
Saying Goodbye:
One
year ago today, I was 24 hours away from investing in CrossFit -- and investing
in myself. Through CrossFit, I've gotten stronger, gained new skills, and
gained a community of friends.
I want look back and say goodbye to the person I was on March 31, 2013. Because on April 1, 2013, I decided to invest in myself for once.
While
I've gotten physically stronger and gained new skills, the most amazing change
for me has been the mental strength I've gained. Correction: the self-respect
I've gained -- and the ability to hold on.
Coming Clean:
This
past year, many people told me that I've been inspirational to them. I want to
be that person, but first, I want to be honest. This past year has been a hard
and difficult fight for myself. I want to start by getting something off my
chest, because as I mark this year of change, I want to let go of the person I
was. I want to be that person people believe I am, and to do that, I want you
to know who I used to be a year ago.
The
old Rachel was bulimic and depressed. I am pretty sure I have spent more time
facing a toilet than I have putting on makeup in a mirror these past six years.
The number of people I have lied to, or made excuses as to why I needed to use
the restroom again, is insane. For that, I am sorry.
I
battled through the worst of it three years ago, but it never really left. I
never truly escaped the purging until this year. While I ceased vomiting after
every meal, in the last few years, it would still happen on occasion. It became
a comfort to purge; it would allow me to feel control. When I felt fat or
stressed, I would purge. When I hit a depression swing, I would purge -- hoping
that would somehow right the wrongs. It never did. That mentality of what order
to eat food in to optimize purging, or constantly weighing myself to measure how I felt about myself that day
was always there. There was always a voice telling me I was fat and not good
enough. I sought comfort in the control of the purge.
Where
is this all leading? To a place of self-respect. I had no self-respect or
self-confidence when I walked into CrossFit on the morning on April 1, 2013.
This
past year, I found a strength within myself I did not know I had. You can't purge
when you need to back squat 200+ pounds or run 48.6 miles. This past year,
I finally saw food for what it truly is: fuel. Food is no longer something to
fear, but rather something I can enjoy and fuel my muscles with. I found that I
can feel good about myself, not by the number on the scale, but by what I can
accomplish with my body.
Now,
when life becomes too much, or depression creeps in, I seek out a barbell.
Seeing what I am capable of reminds me how far I've come.
Scale in a dumpster...GOOD RIDDANCE:
This
year, I finally threw away my scale. I used to weigh myself morning, evening,
and really anytime I was near it. I finally gave it the boot, and now I wake up
and go to bed much more relaxed and happy.
I
also ran in my underwear! As someone who was uncomfortable in my body, that was
a huge step.
Do
I still have days when I don't feel great in my own skin? Yes. But now I don't
run to the toilet. I go to the gym and lift, or I run, or I phone a friend.
I've learned to reach out.
Find good people and life seems so much easier.
To the Future:
So
on the anniversary of the eve of me starting CrossFit, I want to say goodbye --
once and for all -- to the person I used to be. The person who did not think
she was capable of much; the person who hid what was really going on; the
person who did not respect herself enough.
Being
bulimic has affected me, and that voice will always be there. But now – now, that
voice is drowned out by the fight within me. I have caused damage to my body
that I can't undo, but I've gained the strength to stop hurting myself and
instead grow into an amazing, strong person.
Sure,
I still get frustrated with myself or upset when something doesn't go well. But
instead of beating myself up about, I take it as a challenge. I cannot wait to
see what this year holds for me, because I believe in myself,
and I want to fight for myself.
My new happy place.
Rachel...thank you so much for sharing. You really are inspiring me. For someone who has battled depression and PTSD (and other things) this gives me hope. Every day is a fight, but the part that inspired me the most was when you said you gained respect for yourself. I appreciate that, so much I don't even know how to describe it. I wish you the best and hopefully we can play together in the future :)
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