About 7 years ago I got my hands on a road bike thanks to a friend who introduced me to this wondrous vessel as the best way to see the world. I had just gotten to Florida to start grad school and riding up and down the coast became my escape, my inspiration and my training grounds to admire what my body was capable of. I’ve always had a bigger body on my bike then the Tour de Francer’s whizzing by, but that didn’t take anything away from my riding experience. I still reach break spots to say hi and I still complete my 30, 40, 60 and more, mile goals. Read More
Dr. Oz’s Hippocratic Oath: The Ethics of the Magic, Miracles and Breakthroughs of “America’s Doctor”
By Adrienne Guckenberger
I grew up watching the Oprah Winfrey Show. As a young girl struggling with body image issues, I remember tuning in everyday, at 4 p.m., with my grandmother. Oprah had a lifelong struggle with her weight, and I identified with that. Whatever she promoted, I bought into—whether it was her book club, working out, new diets, fashion trends or health suggestions—Oprah was our guru, and whatever she said I gullibly believed.
Hook, line and sinker. Read More
by Amanda, Fattitude Intern
Last week, I touched base with a friend. We hadn’t spoken for a bit, and with my year-long hiatus from Facebook, I had little knowledge of her life and whereabouts. The last year had been rough on both of us. We had both left our jobs at the same crummy place and had to scramble for something new. Read More
2011: The year I legit lost my mind.
After the longest, most intense romantic connection I ever had shattered, I felt my sense of worth swept away along with its debris. Read More
I haven’t exercised in months. And by months I mean more than 12. I’ve moved my body, but I haven’t actually put on workout gear, grabbed a water bottle, and moved in a way that really challenges my physicality and leaves my body glistening with sweat. Read More
Written by Amanda, a Fattitude Intern
When I first reached for “body love,” I felt like a group of teenage boys were gagging in their scorn and amusement behind me.
“Body love” is political and bold and loaded.
Everyone deserves to navigate the world confident in their body’s inherent dignity and worthiness; yet, self-love felt yanked from my grasp. Eventually, I recognized that I had actively interfered with its development.
Love has its roots in trust, understanding and acceptance. When we hurt ourselves with our thoughts and actions, we uproot our confidence in ourselves. Trying to cultivate body love without checking your self-destructive habits is like shearing off the leaves of a plant and expecting it to bear fruit. For love to thrive, trust and acceptance must be established: You must allow yourself to HEAL. Read More
Written by Amanda, a Fattitude Intern
#TW Eating disorder related behaviors
The antique mall reminded me of an old tired dog with watery brown searching eyes. Decrepit, covered in dust and silent, it emoted something despite its stillness. It was both endearing and sad.
It was entirely devoid of movement, except for my coworker and me. He was a friendly man in his fifties; I was sixteen.
To enliven this dull afternoon, he generously bought us both lunch. We feasted merrily.
After eating, he tested his blood sugar. This piqued my curiosity, so he explained his diabetes and his weight management plan. “Did you know that you could eat six Hershey’s chocolate bars a day and yet lose weight?” he asked.
This single comment ignited a fire that would burn out of control for years. Read More
That time of year in which the sun is at its hottest and brightest is slowly coming to an end, and I for one am so happy! I can’t wait for Autumn, crunchy leaves, and rain. The same amount of clothes but with less sweating.
As a big girl, I tend to sweat a lot. And turn red from being hot. Always have.
Written by The Feisty Fox, a Fattitude Intern
Before running out to a meeting yesterday, our new babysitter asked me if there were any food limits I have for my daughter. I was surprised at the question. It was so the opposite of how I do things. I responded, “No, I trust her to know what she wants and when she’s had enough.” It made me realize how much Intuitive Eating has become a part of my life and how I raise my kids. Read More