Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Perfect Design Day 7: Snapshot of Beauty?


HOT.....OR NOT???

If any of you have logged onto the Tracy Anderson Method Facebook page this week, no doubt you read the vitriolic drama lodged against Tracy and fans of the Method by Team Crossfit, a bunch of anti-Tracy nut jobs who posted doctored photos of anorexic women on Tracy's FB page and links to articles about how Gwyneth Paltrow's diet and exercise program are to blame for her bone density issues. But what was far crueler, was taking pictures of actual TAM'ers from the public page and bashing girls for looking too thin or unhealthy.

It was completely uncalled for. The Tracy team finally blocked them from the page and removed the comments, but it was startling how nasty the attack was.

It's what brings me to the subject of my post tonight: We all know the old adage, "Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder." But what happens when the beholder has an unrealistic or unhealthy eye toward 'beauty'???

There have been some recent pics posted on Tracy's fan pages of women in the fitness industry-- basically with "Hot or Not" threads...Above are a couple of the most talked about pics this week-- a random chick in her bathroom mirror in tiny orange skivvies and Lisa from Body Rock.

Too skinny? Too muscular? Just right? Everyone has a different opinion...

Personally, there was a time when the above picture was my body ideal-- it was, um, a coat hanger....Yup. The Mistress had a little ish with getting thin. Let's not be glib. I had a big issue. And it took years to get under control. It's why this journey to my healthiest self, my fittest self, my most fabulous self, is so important. And why I am constantly reminded to keep myself in check, to not go overboard, to not get obsessive. Some might argue that a blog about weight loss and self-improvement is just that--- obsessive. I like to think it's my dose of reality-- my accountability, my truth.

When I stopped binging and purging five years ago and started to love cooking (and eating like a normal person again), I thought about how much I wanted to help other people who were struggling like I had...to let them know that it will get better, that this disease does not have to own you and control your life. It took a long time for me, but it does get easier. Eventually.

It's painful for me, even now, to read the following account of my trip down the rabbit hole. I wrote about this when I first came to Atlanta and started a job as a reporter with CBS. I submitted the piece (scroll down to read) to Shape Magazine and they actually paid me for the article...But to my knowledge, they never ended up publishing it. Weird, huh? I want to share it with you, because, after all, it's part of who I am, and to know me is to understand my demons, my past, and my triumphs.

Much Love,

The Mistress
xxoo
SKINNY LEVIS
They say the camera puts on 10 pounds. As a former model, and now as a reporter in the cut-throat business of television news, that was the perfect excuse to justify my eating disorder. “Too thin” was always a compliment. “You look healthy” was the sign to start starving again. I lived out my 20’s in Los Angeles about 25 pounds underweight on what I dubbed the “3 C’s Diet.” Camel Lights, Coffee and Cauliflower.

At 5’11, I whittled down to 122lbs. My skinny Levis hung on jutting hipbones as I strummed my fingers along the ribs that poked out of my sunken chest. While “thinspiration” these days is the latest IT Girl looking fashionably emaciated, back then I put a picture of Calista Flockhart on my fridge with DON’T EAT written in magic marker. I was caught in the endless starve, binge, purge cycle that would torment me for nearly a decade.

An old modeling proof with my favorite appetite suppressant

In some ways, I inherited my eating disorder, like I inherited high cheekbones from my mother’s side of the family and height from my father’s side of the family. My mother has always had anorectic tendencies-- -that coupled with chemical depression that went untreated for most of my childhood created a sad, painfully thin woman who was fragile physically and emotionally. She never starved herself the way I did, but when she was depressed, she didn’t eat; while I was growing up, that was most of the time. I remember being seven years old and sitting on her bed. She stood undressed, in front of a full length mirror, so thin that her tail bone protruded out from her backside.


“Look how fat I am,” she said, disgusted. My parents were going through a divorce. On weekends with Dad I made sure to call her, reminding her to eat, pleading for her to just eat something.


It wasn’t until college that I was introduced to the inner circle of eating disordered young women. I joined a sorority my first semester freshman year. We were all former Beauty Queens or Homecoming Queens lost without our courts. Sorority life saturated me with a new physical ideal. I learned the secret handshake—and then I learned the secret to staying thin. All-you-can-eat Dining Hall buffets took on new meaning… junk food regret could be taken away with the “pull of the trigger.” I learned how to chug diet soda before binges so the food came up in violent waves. I mastered the art of the silent puke--- so no one could hear my post-dinner purge. Instead of beer pong matches and drinking games, my dorm suite mates and I had our own competition: Who could lose the most weight. By the end of the year, we were all shells of our former selves, and proud of it.


When I left college to go to Los Angeles, my eating disorder was ruling my life. I began mixing diet drugs—creating dangerous cocktails of Dexatrim, Ripped Fuel and cold medicine with Pseudoephedrine. That combined with nicotine and caffeine kept me running on fumes for days. I also picked up a modeling tip—it was simple: Take a bite and spit it out. The chew/spit compulsion is a less spoken about disorder—I used to wonder why no eating disorder self-help books talked about the “chewing food and spitting it out” habit. I alternated between all out binging and chewing/spitting … The latter seemed the lesser of two evils.

Sunken Cheeks and Starving (circa 1998)


I left LA and the Valley of Anorexics in 2000 to take my first on-camera job with a small cable news station in the Bronx. After an exhausting and stressful two months on the job, I was horrified to discover that my skinny Levis wouldn’t budge over my thighs! I stared down at the soft flesh that covered my once angular hip bone. How did I get fat? How could I have let this happen?


I thought back to all my late nights in the newsroom, living off Skittles and Snickers from the vending machine. Overwhelmed and overtired, I had struggled to get out of bed to work out at the gym, so I just didn’t. My body was also changing—I was getting older. I didn’t want to admit that my hips were no longer the narrow 12 year-old-boy variety.


I punished myself with a two day binge. I blew my meager budget, spending money I didn’t have on a cartload of groceries: frozen pizzas, brownie mix, ice cream and bags of chips. When $150 was literally flushed down the toilet, I tore through the late night drive-thrus, shoveling food in faster than I could taste it.


I will never forget being parked in a McDonald’s parking lot at midnight, looking up from my gluttonous rampage to see the horrified looks of a couple who had pulled up next to me. Grinding the car into gear, I sped out of the parking lot, spilling fries and half-eaten burgers. My narcissism took hold, jolting me from my food coma: What if those people recognized me from the news? I made a rule to never look in the mirror when I was binging. I caught a glimpse of myself in the rear-view mirror—a bloated face with swollen eyes stared back, grease and ketchup running down my chin.


It was like looking at a monster. And that is what I had become.


My TV career would take me from New York City to Connecticut and Maryland. With every new job, my eating disorder came with me---- baggage that I was never ready to unpack and put away for good. Bulimics are masters of disguise and I hid my disease well. In each city I moved to, I discovered the restaurants that had single stall bathrooms. I made sure I never came to work with red, puffy eyes from binges. I looked every bit the put-together “local celebrity,” with her own morning show. My self-hatred was veiled with MAC make-up and a made-for-TV smile.


By the time I accepted a job as a reporter in Atlanta, I felt like I had finally gotten things under control. I started my new job in “Hotlanta” with a renewed sense of self--- I was beginning to feel more confident and more comfortable with my figure. I went shopping for new suits and didn’t freak out when I had to return size 4 to the racks in exchange for size 6. But on the fourth day of work, I had a meltdown.


My cameraman Jim and I were waiting for our live report, killing time by watching TV in the news truck. A shot flashed on screen of a marathon runner crossing the finish line, her hands pumping the air triumphantly. Jim commented on how skinny she was and said, “I prefer big girls…My girlfriend is big.”


Then he looked me up and down and continued, “Well, she’s thinner than you are… I’m sure I’m not the first person to tell you that you’re thick.” He laughed good-naturedly and turned the channel.


THICK?? The only thing I liked THICK were milkshakes-- -and I hadn’t had one of those since 1994!!!! THICK? I felt my face flush with embarrassment, as I nodded and mumbled “Uh huh.”


Later, at my apartment, I stood in front of the mirror and cried. I hated myself for letting one comment unhinge my confidence and sink my self esteem.


But I hated myself more for looking “thick.”


Two days later, in what felt like a cruel joke played on the “new girl,” another one of my co-workers told me that I’d be a hit with Southern men. “We like thick girls,” he said with a twang. “We’re not afraid of some curves!”


What was it with the South? A culture of thick grits, thick accents--- and apparently, thick women. I knew that both the guys from work were intending to compliment me, but it was time for some serious damage control.


My skinny Levis were in the back of my closet carefully folded with the rest of my Size 2 wardrobe. I hadn’t worn any of it in about five years, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to give any of the clothes up yet—doing so would mean acknowledging my fuller body. Retiring my skinny Levis for permanent “fat pants” just didn’t seem like an option.


I ran my finger along the seam of the faded jeans as if touching them would somehow bring me back to my mini-me size. I stood in my closet and thought back to my former “skinny” self. I realized that the entire time I was that “perfect size” I was miserable trying to maintain it. What was the point of killing myself with deprivation when I never enjoyed the results?


I wish I could say, “And at that moment I decided to change! My bulimia is cured!”


But, it’s never that easy. I frequently read women’s accounts of overcoming their eating disorders, and so often, their story ends, neatly tied with a pretty bow… Recovered.


I will always be recovering.


I think that people with eating disorders have the most complicated and difficult addictions of all. We have to have our drug of choice every day to sustain us. That’s like telling an alcoholic to limit drinking to three cocktails a day; or making a compulsive gambler spend several hours in a casino every day without wagering a bet.


I have committed to making recovery a priority in my life instead of hiding my disease and ignoring my own needs. I hired a personal trainer to help me with an exercise program that both challenges and motivates me. I’m overcoming some of my body issues with our sessions--- I can’t exactly get through tough work-outs on “The 3 C’s Diet!”


I got rid of the Camel Lights and finally kicked my smoking habit. It wasn’t easy to give up my strongest appetite suppressant, but I’ve been smoke-free for over a year. I ordered several months of a food delivery service to re-teach myself portion control. I have always felt my appetite is cavernous; I’ve lived most of my life feeling either too famished or too full. For the first time, I am considering food the fuel I need to stay healthy.


There are still good days and bad days. I don’t remember the last time I threw up, but I still struggle to have a “normal” relationship with food. I get nervous at restaurants sometimes when there are too many choices, so I try to look on-line at menus and decide on a healthy entrée before I get there. I pack my meals and snacks before work so I feel comfortable with what and how much I’m eating during the day. I try not to count calories or obsess about the numbers on the scale. Today I weigh 30-35 lbs more than I did at my thinnest.


As for the skinny Levis, I decided it was finally time to retire them. In so many ways, they symbolized my disease and my commitment to bulimia. Tossing them into a bag of clothes to donate to Goodwill, I felt a huge weight lift from within.


It was the healthiest purge I ever experienced.


15 comments:

  1. your honesty and vulnerability, especially in this post, is really touching. I got emotional reading the article you wrote. Food is such a private and difficult struggle for women, including myself.

    I get super sensitive when people comment on my body too. Over Christmas my aunt told me I gained weight in a good way and I was so depressed for the rest of the day. I think we all get like that sometimes--society can still be pretty difficult when it comes to women's physical appearances.

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    1. Christine, thank you so much for sharing. I know exactly how that kind of comment feels-- it can derail you for weeks, if you let it! It's a process that takes time-- this whole feeling comfortable with ourselves and our bodies is tricky business! xxoo

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  2. wow. I am so inspired by your posts,you are stong enough to admit you have made mistakes. I stuggled from my relationship with food a lot so I understand completely what you mean.

    Keep on with your great job!

    Dasha from Moscow (from TAM facebook page)

    xxxxxx

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    1. Thank you, Dasha! My hope is that wonderful people like you reading this will relate and not feel alone!
      xxoo

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  3. Great post, thanks so much for sharing - and what an article. Eating disorders are nasty things and you are so right, it's difficult to get over them when you constantly need to induce the drug for survival!

    At the end of the day, we need to be happy with our bodies and within ourselves and that is so hard when we have mixed messages flying at us left, right and centre. It's hard work, but somehow knowing there are people out there going through simialr issues, makes it better ... in a small way.

    Thanks for opening yourself up and allowing yourself to be vulnerable:)

    http://unpublishedworksofme.blogspot.com

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    1. So glad you could relate, Unpublished! There was a time when I would have traded any other addiction for mine-- heroin, gambling, you name it. I'm just happy to be in a better place now! xxoo

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  4. FABULOUS story Parker, thanks for sharing your journey - raw, full of emotion and real. I applaud your journey and hope you know you're beautiful, both inside, and out :)

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    1. Aww, Marcia, thanks honey! I really appreciate that more than you know....and I'm humbled that you logged on to read! xxoo

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  5. I find myself in your story. I too have a history of bulimia with vomiting. It makes only a 1/2 years that I'm almost done. I think it will always be in me. I know I should not be left alone if the crisis comes automatically. It's terrible.
    I started the diet of Tracy but I think it gives me new crises including part Body Reset. It's so hard!
    You who followed the diet the book bootcamp, have you felt frustration, a lack of food?

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    1. Morticia... Thank you for commenting! I find Tracy's diet very hard to follow and I hate the puréed food on the cleanse menu! If you read each day of the blog during bootcamp, you will see that I didn't stick to the diet very well, but I still got great results!

      The key is finding a variation that works for you.... Keep me posted and sending you a big hug to congratulate you on your progress!

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  6. Morticia is my nickname. I'm Sandra and I'm on Facebook.Je'll start over because I'm getting married in 1 year and 1 month. Bootcamp I have the book but I've never done. Food is hard for me because I can not find any here in France so it's very expensive. But I decided to start with the bootcamp and then continue with metamorphosis. The diet makes me a little scared by the preparation time and also I'm afraid of feeling hungry. Maybe I should take as a base diet only for lunch and dinner because I noticed that I feel much better when I eat oatmeal or bread for breakfast .... Anyway congratulations for your transformation.

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    1. Sandra-- Find me on FB-- my alias is Parker Tam on the Facebook pages, or Parker Wallace on my "real page"!

      You may need to supplement the diet with more protein or more rice....it is a bit sparse! I eat gluten-free Udi bread, which I love!

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  7. Wow you know I´ve never had an eating disorder, but I have the habit of standing in front of the mirror about 15 times a day and even though I just lost 33 lbs in 4 months, I grab my stomach and thighs and think: Have I really changed? Haven´t I felt that fat for so many years. I can´t even imagine what it must be like for you, if I stress myself out every day about the way I look. I´m just afraid of never becoming really thin.
    But when I read stories like yours, it makes me aware of how fast anyone can slip into anorexia. I guess I should stop beating myself up over this skinny thing and be more patient. Do you have any advice for me? I haven´t eaten any carbs for 3 months, but as I get thinner, the more hungry I get and if I don´t eat carbs I get dizzy and whiny.

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    1. Anja, that's amazing you've lost 33 lbs in 4 months! It sounds like you've done it the healthy way, although I think you should incorporate SOME carbs into your diet. Remember, there is no such thing as PERFECT, but there is such a thing as PEFECTLY YOU. It's hard to not compare ourselves to others, but try to honor your body for responding to your diet/exercise regime and remind yourself when you look in the mirror, I LOVE ME! If you're hating on yourself, it's going to make the journey to your best you uncomfortable and agonizing-- but if you try to stay positive and act like a friend to yourself with encouragement and love, you will continue to improve-- physically, emotionally and spiritually. Sending lots of positive vibes to you!
      xxoo

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    2. Thank you sooooooooo much! You almost made me cry...
      Thank you so much for your kind words. You should think about becoming a therapist :-)
      I love your blog and will keep on reading it. I just started a blog myself, so I love to learn from people like you.
      You´re wonderful.
      <3

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