Sunday, 9 March 2008

Try something new today

I've been trying something of a different approach this weekend. Since not-eating-and-crying-lots isn't getting me anywhere apart from a bit thinner, I thought I'd try the opposite. Well, not the polar opposite, as that'd involve bingeing-and-laughing-lots, neither of which are all that practical to achieve on a daily basis - but you get the idea.

My basic theory is that I need to be kinder to my body - to try to work with it rather than being at war with it. I reckon this should involve equal measures of being good to myself and treating myself - basically acknowledging that right now everything's pretty shit, and trying to compensate in other ways, but also trying to be healthier, both mentally and physically.

So. Out goes the "no food" diet and in comes the "extremely healthy superfood" diet. My fridge is currently groaning with broccoli, bean-crammed soups and blueberries, none of which are a million miles away from the type of fare I consume normally, but this time the idea is I'll put the effort into whipping them into nutritious lunches.

I'm also going for the burn at the gym. This is partly because even though I recognise the risks of the "no food" diet (the chief one being "death"), I DO still want to lose weight. I read in the paper that infertile women who lose 5% of their body weight can improve their chances of conceiving. At nine-and-a-half stone, 5% of my body weight is around six pounds. I've already dropped more than that over the past few weeks, so my goal is to maintain at the same time as toning up and boosting fitness.

The gym makes me feel better, anyway. Must be the endorphins. Today I did a very good cardio and weights workout, followed by the stretching exercises I used to do religiously when I was young and skinny whilst listening to chill-out tunes on my iPod. It was quite therapeutic, and I caught myself enjoying it - actually feeling like I was doing something positive with my body for once, as opposed to glugging wine in the bath and staring at it hatefully.

I also indulged in some retail therapy yesterday, investing in a new red coat and boots to go with the skinny jeans my newly svelte frame has made possible. I do like shopping, though hubby pissed me off by claiming I looked "very red" - a compliment, surely, only if one is a tomato - and then, later, "like Little Red Riding Hood".

All this attempted positivity hasn't completely removed thoughts of babies from my mind, though. This evening we went to see Derren Brown at the theatre. He was really cool - extremely entertaining and infuriatingly bamboozling in equal measure. Just before the interval, he explained he'd be re-enacting the old Oracle-style medium acts from the 1920s and 1930s during the second half. He invited audience members to ask a question - any question - on a piece of card, seal it in a black envelope and drop it into a bowl on the stage.

I couldn't resist. "Will I get pregnant this month, my 23rd of trying?" I wrote. However, 1,300 other people also had burning questions - many of which, IMHO, were fatuous and inane compared with mine - and he didn't get to it. At one point he started picking people at random and guessing stuff about them (with an astounding degree of accuracy), and he instructed us to think hard and thus direct our questions to him.

Well, I can tell you that I had a headache from thinking so hard, but it didn't work. But then, I suppose it'd spoil the show to end on a conversation with an infertile woman who desperately wants to be told it'll all get better, wouldn't it?

See. The old negative me hasn't gone far.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Totally stupid advice/question....but are you sure that you're not underweight? Perhaps rather than exercising and losing weight, you should try adding a bit of extra padding. As we all know, being too thin is actually worse than being a bit overweight when it comes to TTC. There are tons of overweight and even severely obese women getting knocked up....but without some meat on the bones, it's hard to get pregnant. Eat eat, my love, you're skin and bones!! LOL....sounds like my grandmother.

Barrenblog said...

I know what you mean, but I certainly don't look underweight and I don't think I am. I just feel like I have to try SOMETHING that I can control, you know? I feel like I'm growing steadily older waiting for this letter from the hospital and at least if I do this, I'm taking some sort of positive action that's carried out by me! That only makes sense in my head but I hope you know what I mean! Anyway, if a scrawny, stunted rat like Nicole Richie can carry a baby...

mutterings and meanderings said...

BB, you DO NOT need to lose weight...

Anonymous said...

If you feel like you have to try something...then how 'bout trying to gain a little weight. Right now, you're sitting very very close to the "underweight" BMI range. You'd be better off gaining weight than losing more weight and reaching the absolute edge of the 'underweight' category (not to mention, you'll have a heck of a better time!!).

Sarah said...

What's wrong with laughing lots on an everyday basis? ;)

Barrenblog said...

hey Sarah, I quite agree - and after a weekend of doing just that with old friends, I do feel decidedly better! All I meant was it's a shame it's not possible all day, every day...