Monday, August 27, 2012

Puberty and Body Image: Can a Fit Mom be a Positive Influence?

My twin daughters turn nine tomorrow. This feels like a significant birthday ever since I read somewhere--on the Internet, so it must be true--that age nine marks the start of being a "tween."

I'm certain that the label "tween" is relatively new and a term that allows marketers to target our little girls with products and strategies at ever increasing maturity levels.

I feel a tiny little panic attack beginning inside me. I have not felt this anxious about what lies before me since I was pregnant with the two of them. I was willing to pretend my daughters might be little forever until a reader sent this email:
OK, I’m curious about something. Why do so many “tweens” and adolescents do the “I’m so fat” thing? I hear it from young girls all the time! I have a 13-year-old niece, skinny as a rail, who thinks she’s fat. I know there are lots of psychological dimensions to this, but I’m especially curious if girls who are physically fit and active resort to that mentality as well-or does having a fit, healthy body as a teen help to combat that crap? Have your own girls expressed this? Do you think there’s less of that among teen girls who are physically active—do they have healthier body images overall? 
It became clear I could not raise my daughters in a bubble. Gratefully, my daughters have never expressed to me any inkling that they are displeased with their body. In addition they have friends of all shapes and, as far as I know, they don't give it a second thought. But. But I know what's coming. Puberty is coming. It would be unrealistic to think a girl could breeze through puberty blissfully unaware of the changes taking place to her body.

When puberty comes, all I can hope for is that I've laid the right foundation. It reminds me of the parenting information that says the toddler brain is completely wired and set by the time they're two or three. What's done is done, so you might as well sit back and stop stressing about what else you can do as a parent.

I've known from the get-go that I want my children to grow up with a healthy body image. With that in mind I've focused on what their body can do, not what their body looks like, and refrained from voicing any disparaging remarks about my own body.

But what do I know?

So I asked a few experts in the field.

I sent the question on to Leslie Goldman. She is a body image expert and author of Locker Room Diaries: The Naked Truth About Women, Body Image and Re-imaging the "Perfect" Body. She recently posted about what she hopes for her daughter, on her blog Health Breaks Loose.

Here's what Leslie said:
Ugh. 
Girls in our society are taught to hate their bodies - they learn it from TV, commercials, magazines, their parents, gyms, diet ads, coaches, etc. "I'm so fat!" is just something we are expected to say, starting at a very young age. My mom is a retired Jewish preschool teacher and as recently as a few years ago, she had 3-year-olds asking for baby carrots and diet coke instead of juice and challah. THREE YEARS OLD. Once they're a bit older, maybe in middle and high school, complaining about their weight is a way to fit in, to seem "normal," and they truly do think they're fat on some level, even if they're rail-thin. They may be seeking reassurance that they are loved just as they are. When we're older and complain about our weight, it's often a security blanket type of thing, being done to distract ourselves from more significant issues. Like they say, eating disorders aren't really about food, just like rape isn't about sex. It's about control. It's a lot easier to focus on calories burned and hours on the stair master logged than issues like graduation, divorce, job loss, infertility, sickness or whatever other real issues are happening. 
I suppose some girls who are quite fit from athletic involvement might have a leg up because a) sports participation builds self-esteem and b) they get to see how strong and capable their bodies are on a regular basis. But many girls in sports are under pressure to keep a certain weight (gymnasts, swimmers, rowers, dancers) and may be berated by coaches, subjected to surprise weigh-ins, etc, making them even MORE prone to eating disorders.

Well, that left me completely depressed. I want to believe that raising my daughters to appreciate their bodies for that they can do and growing up active might in some way give them better odds. But maybe that approach is as effective as classical music piped into the womb for increasing IQ scores.

Next I reached out to Dara Chadwick, award-winning author and advocate for women and girls. The title of her book is, You'd Be So Pretty If... : Teaching Our Daughters to Love Their Bodies -- Even When We Don't Love Our Own.

I’ll say (and I’m speaking anecdotally, of course) that in researching my book, I came across two factors that tend to be at play. The first, and most obvious, is the enormous pressure on girls to be smaller and smaller. For example, an active girl may be physically fit and be all muscle, but if her favorite celebrity wears a size 2 or her best friend wears a size 0 while she’s in a size 6 or 8, she may – consciously or not – think that means she’s “fatter” than her friend. It’s about the comparison that takes place in her mind. Many physically active girls aren’t thinking about lean muscle mass, body fat ratio and physical fitness level – measures of healthy body composition and fitness. At a certain age and in a certain peer group, it’s all about size and perception. Think of it this way: A 14-year-old female athlete shopping at the mall with her friends can face a difficult psychological hurdle if she has to look on a different rack than the rest of the friends she’s with – no matter how fit or athletic she is. There are also, as you know, certain physical activities and sports where appearance fuels the issue (think: dance, gymnastics, etc.). A gymnast or dancer may be incredibly active and fit, but may feel pressure to maintain a certain size that isn’t necessarily natural for her body.  
The second factor at play is female culture itself. To some degree, girls have been socialized to say “I’m so fat” as a bonding tool. Let’s face it, even as an adult, if you were out with a group of women who were all pointing out their flaws and complaining about their bodies, would you say, “Since I’ve been working out, my body looks awesome. My butt is amazing”? I’m thinking probably not. At best, you might say, “I feel really great since I’ve been working out” or “I’ve toned up a lot and think I look better than I have in years.” And maybe you’d feel awkward or uncomfortable saying that (OK, maybe you wouldn’t, but many women would). [NOTE FROM KARA: I'd like for women to get to a place where we don't feel awkward or uncomfortable expressing something positive about our bodies, so will you all join me here?] Whether we do it consciously or not, it is far less socially acceptable for women to speak well about their bodies or to compliment themselves. Girls feel that, too. And it’s a way to bond – if the peer group says, “let’s just drink Diet Coke today and not each lunch because we’re going to try to lose weight together,” is the girl who doesn’t necessarily think she’s fat going to say, “OK, I’m going to go get in the sandwich line by myself”? My guess is no. Sometimes, saying, “I’m so fat” is a way to fit in with the group. As for YOUR question about whether a mom with a healthy body image makes adolescence easier for her daughter, I’m going to offer a qualified yes. 
Moms can’t take away the pressure girls feel from the outside, but we can offer a release valve for that pressure. We can also begin to change the culture and social expectations a bit – if a mom speaks positively about her own body and the bodies of other women in their lives, we teach our girls that it IS possible to like who you are and to feel good about your body. We teach them that we don’t have to run other women down to feel better about ourselves. Through our own healthy eating and exercise habits, we teach them that we have value and that taking care of the bodies we have – no matter what their size – is important and should be a priority. And by being open to talking and listening about the pressures they feel – without lecturing or telling them how they should feel – we can be a safe place for dealing with those peer group pressures I mentioned above. So, yes, I do think a mom who feels good about her own body can help her daughter have a happier adolescence.  
Big caveat: A mom who engages in unhealthy behaviors to keep her own body looking a certain way and encourages her daughter to do the same is not a healthy role model.
I have to remain hopeful. Maybe we can't control what our daughters encounter outside the home, but we can make sure we send them out in this body-dismorphic world having emphasized healthy attitudes about our own body and instilled enough confidence in their own. It's about walk the talk; show don't tell. In my own home we will continue to focus on being an active family; I'll keep serving healthy food; I will be kind to my own body.

The only other thing left to do is celebrate my daughters' ninth birthday. I sure do love who they've become, and reminding myself of that makes me eager--not anxious--about mothering them into their tweens and beyond.

Monday, August 20, 2012

I Feel Bad About My Back

My back has been whimpering at me for the last two months. I get it. How can I expect to get on my tri bike after nearly a year hiatus and expect my body to conform to--and rejoice in--the aero position? I know that when I drop my strength-training workouts my back suffers, but how could I possibly keep it all up? So with the triathlon safely behind me it was time to step it up in the gym. And so I did.

First box jump I teetered. Ouch. But surely it would get better once I got going? Second box jump my eyes crossed. Third box jump I saw the futility in going a fourth time, but I did and was so pissed that the workout was not going well I jumped a fifth time. That was the end. I could not power through, overcome, force myself, will power my way through.

Dammit.

That approach works for me more often than not.

Fine then. A few weeks rest. Yoga. Massage. Epsom Salts. Foam Roller. I'm throwing everything at it to see what sticks.

It still really hurts. I don't feel like blogging about "finding fitness in the chaos of motherhood."

Dammit.

The upside? I'm walking the dog more. I'm sleeping in. My house--well 90% of it--has been swept or vacuumed. I am rekindling my love for yoga.

I am trying not to think about how much I want to run.

I will not post again about "finding time for rehab in the chaos of motherhood."

Monday, August 13, 2012

Bribery and the Fit Family

Yesterday was idyllic in terms of family fitness. All of us hopped on our bikes (The Boy in the Burley) and rode to the Minnesota Arboretum, where we spent about an hour playing in their Green Play Yard. It was a 5-mile ride, the temperature was in the mid-60s and no one complained.

Let me repeat that: No One Complained.

As an advocate of family fitness perhaps I gave you the impression that family fitness is an easy option for my family; that the children are enthusiastic to do something active and outdoors any time I suggest it; that these outings are filled with love and laughter, butterflies and rainbows.

Let me brief you on a scene from the bike ride before this one.
"I. Want. To. Go. Home." Says my 7 year-old daughter, sobbing as we ride on the trail. 
"Are you hurt?" I scream back at her. "Because if you're not hurt you better stop crying! We are supposed to be having FUN!" 
Fun, it was not. In fact, until yesterday we didn't have a single ride where someone didn't have a complaint, attitude problem, or objection to bike riding at all. And, it was never the same kid. It was never fun. I felt like a hack, promoting family fitness, even offering advice on how to make "exercising with kids easy," when as of late, it was anything but.

But. I persevered. Isn't that always, ultimately, the definition of success?

I have to make my kids do a lot of things they don't always like to do: clean their room, shower, brush their teeth, eat their vegetables. I can't any more give up on these things as I can on being active.

Last week our paper ran an article about Olympic triathlete Gwen Jorgensen, who has discovered her talent for triathlon a little late, and who--this does wonders for my confidence as a fitness-promoting parent--hated those gawd-awful family bike rides as a child. I quote from the article:
"When she was growing up in Milwaukee, Jorgensen hated biking. She had to be bribed with ice cream just to go on a ride with her family."
That's exactly what I do. Bribe them with ice cream. I admit, this flies in the face of the fit family ideal. Would I prefer they ride for the sake of the pure pleasure of the ride? Sure. But then I would have no power. Ice Cream is power. I'm a sucker for a scoop myself.

Another angst-filled ride earlier in the summer. The ice cream parlor is the building behind us.
Do you have other ways you bribe your kids to be active? Let's all fess up right here.



Monday, August 6, 2012

Sweating the Small Stuff

I was living what I blog about this morning.

Real life. Finding fitness in the chaos of motherhood.

Especially on a day like today when I did not set my alarm to get up before the sun. Instead I woke to the sounds--for real--of runners trotting on the path behind my house. We slept with the windows open last night and it's usually mourning doves, sometimes an owl, even turkeys that make enough racket to wake me. But this morning, it was definitely runners. Talking, laughing, even their footfalls were audible. It was insulting on several levels.

I made a pot of coffee and wondered where to start.

We had been gone almost a week, dealt with a near family catastrophe, discovered water pooling in our basement thanks to a sick air conditioner, and had an almost flat tire on the family car. There was an article for me to finalize and daughters to take to vacation bible school by 9 a.m. That was just the stuff on the top of the list.

Here is where it is tempting to say: "Work out? Seriously? How?"

For me, though, this is the perfect example of a time when a workout will reap benefits because of all that is going on. Adding a workout to my list won't be stress inducing, it will be stress reducing. It's what I call sweating the small stuff, in a good way.

Getting my kids to vacation bible school safely required getting the tire fixed. We happen to have an auto shop about a mile away, which opened at 7, which is where I was with my running shoes on. I had 30 minutes. Either the car would be done and I'd drive it home, or it wouldn't and I'd run home, then run back after The Boy's babysitter arrived at 8:30.

Ready. Set. Go!

Run 1/2 mile
40 walking lunges
Run 1/4 mile
20 box jumps on small retaining wall
Run 1/4 mile
20 squats
Run 1/4 mile
20 pushups
20 mountain climbers
Run 1/4 mile
20 one-legged lunges with back leg propped on short fence
Run 1/2 mile

The car wasn't ready. Bonus!

Run 1 mile home.
Kiss husband good-bye.
Feed The Boy Breakfast.
"Mommy, why are you wet?" he asked.
"Because I'm a Hot (Sweaty) Mama," I said.
Cut up watermelon for later and eat while cutting.
Put washed wet clothes in dryer. (Yes! I thought to start a load before leaving!)
Get girls up.
Tell sitter what's what.

Go!

Run 1 mile to auto shop. Drive home. Get on with the rest of our day.

Where can you squeeze 15, 20, or 30 minutes of exercise into your day? Take that workout and modify it to fit your busy schedule. Walk instead of run, or if you can't leave your house, jump rope or hula hoop instead of run. Do fewer reps if you need to, or more if you want to.

Whatever you do, take some time to sweat the small stuff!