A Quick Note About Friending Me on Facebook

 


If we’re FB friends you get to read lots of stuff like this! Which will either entertain you or drive you nuts, depending on how you feel about people who FB about their kids.


So I’ve been getting a ton of friend requests on Facebook – lest you think I’m super popular (hair flip implied), the VAST majority are spam/phishing accounts. However, as I sorted through them this weekend I found a couple that I THINK are from readers of this blog? I’m happy to be FB friendies with any of you that want to – especially since I don’t have a FB page for this blog (too lazy, couldn’t maintain it).


There are two ways to do this:


1. You can sign up to “follow me” which will just mean you can see my public updates (which are all of them, basically). This does not require my approval. I won’t see your stuff and we won’t be official “FB friends” but you can see random quotes from my kids and weird invasive questions for articles I”m working on and what I’m having for dinner… scintillating stuff like that.


2. Or you can send me a Facebook friend request. Then you still get to read all that stuff but I can see your stuff and you can comment on whatever. (Just be warned there’s a lot of gynecology talk going on… for whatever reason Shape has designated me their go-to girl for all things lady business.) But if you send me a friend request, include a note with your request telling me you’re from this blog or you read my book or whatever. I will not accept your FR without a note! I’m sorry I just don’t have time to sort through everyone’s stuff and try and decide who’s legit and who’s trying to farm my info for nefarious purposes.


 

Can Exercise Really Cure Insomnia? 5 Tips to Help You Sweat Your Way to Sleep. [Okay, gross visual. Sorry.]

 


Bad news: Jelly Bean has croup. (A virus characterized by a nasty cough that kind of sounds like a seal barking. Which my boys found hilarious. Which made Jelly Bean upset. Which made her cough harder.)


Good news: She got a dose of steroids at the pediatrician’s this morning and she’s like a new kid. Modern medicine really is a miracle. (Except that she’s ravenous. I’ve never seen her eat like this! It’s kind of funny – she just ate 4 pretzel buns, one after the other, only stopping to tell me, “these is the bestest food I’ve ever had!!”)


Tired news: But that meant that I spent most of last night awake – holding her upright, rocking her, taking her in a steamy bathroom and then out into the cold night air. (The hot/cold thing is supposed to help open their airways – I learned it from Anne of Green Gables. And the pediatrician also recommended it.) And then watching her fitfully sleep just in case she, you know, stopped breathing. Thankfully she’s fine now but I didn’t sleep at all and now I’m a walking zombie.


Exhaustion makes me incoherent and incoherence leads to awesome interviews, as I found out today when I tried to do some for an article I’m working on. (I called one poor guy the wrong name four separate times. It wouldn’t have been so bad except it was a different name every time. He probably thought I was drunk.) Fortunately, unless interrupted by a kid emergency, sleeplessness isn’t usually a problem for me. Don’t ask me how I dodged the insomnia bullet – with my anxiety disorder and general high-strung-ness you’d think I’d be a shoe-in for the sheep-less sleeplessness but if I have one God-given talent, it’s the ability to fall asleep anytime, anywhere. But for the 60 million Americans who suffer from insomnia, my brutal night and consequent ditzy day are the norm. (Did you know you can actually die from insomnia?!) And I think Son #2 might be one of them. He has a terrible time getting to sleep most nights.


So I was super excited when Shape assigned me a story about the new research into using exercise as an aid for insomnia. Anyone who has insomnia can tell you that laying in bed watching the numbers on the clock change and telling yourself to just sleeeep already! doesn’t work. And that whole counting sheep nonsense? Only works for Little Bo Peep, lucky girl.


“Sleep is the fuel of life.” Gale Green, author of Insomniac, says. “It’s nourishing; it’s restorative. And when you are deprived of it, you are really deprived of a basic kind of sustenance.”


Insomnia can be as difficult to treat as it is frustrating, so what does help?  Exercise is one of the first things doctors often recommend but how well it helps you skydive into snoozeland isn’t quite that simple. It’s not simply a matter of “wearing yourself out” so you’ll pass out. A new study from Northwestern University reports that while exercise can be an effective tool to help you get a good night’s sleep, there are a lot of factors that determine how effective it will be.


Director of the behavioral sleep program at Northwestern University Feinberg School of Medicine and lead researcher Dr. Kelly Glazer Baron says she first decided to look at the sleep-exercise connection after having multiple patients complain that getting their sweat on just wasn’t helping them doze off. While it’s been known for a long time that exercisers sleep better, researchers haven’t been sure exactly why. “It may have to do with resetting the stress response,” Baron explains. “We think that one reason people with insomnia can’t sleep is that their stress response is overactive.  I tell my patients- your brain is doing 60 mph and everyone else is going 45!” So Baron designed a study to examine what type of exercise helps with insomnia. Here are her tips:


1. Consistency is key. Like so many things in life, just sticking with it is half the battle. The study followed 11 women with insomnia who were assigned to exercise 3-4 times per week for at least 30 min at 75 percent of their maximum heart rate. What they found was that while exercising on a single day didn’t improve that night’s sleep, after 16 weeks of consistent exercise all the participants were falling asleep faster and sleeping nearly an hour longer.


2. Time of day matters. Baron says that exercising too close to bed can negatively affect sleep so the study participants were instructed to do their exercise between 1 and 5 p.m. although earlier would work fine as well.


3. No need to kill it in the gym. Brazilian researchers found in a 2010 study that while brisk walking helped participants fall asleep in half their usual time and sleep longer, higher intensity activities like running and weight lifting did not have this same effect. And participants in the Northwestern study only worked out 3-4 days a week at most.


4. Be patient. The improvements didn’t happen overnight for the participants. “On the days that subjects exercised, they didn’t sleep any better,” Baron says. “However, they exercised more after nights with better sleep. The results tell us that exercise is not a quick fix for insomnia and takes a while to improve sleep.”


5. Do it. ”People have to realize that even if they don’t want to exercise, that’s the time they need to dig in their heels and get themselves out there,” Baron said. “Write a note on your mirror that says ‘Just Do It!’ It will help in the long run.”


Any of you have insomnia? Does exercise help you at all? Any other tips I could try with my son?? Anyone else a total Anne of Green Gables fangirl?


Update: So Jelly Bean just wandered out of her room as I was publishing this post (10 pm) to tell me she “has the snots” and can’t get them out. Poor thing is super congested. Looks like it might be another long night… sigh.

Tagged as: cure, exercise, insomnia, research, sleep research, treatment

Jillian Michaels Calls Size Acceptance “Bullsh*t”: Brutal honesty or just brutal?

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 Poor T-Rex! I’m so worried about him! Those shorty arms can’t be healthy!


I’m basically the most insecure person I know. That may be partly because I don’t live in other people’s heads and spend too much time in my own. Or it may be because I watched too much “Daria” when I was younger. But still. I’m always wondering if I’m measuring up to people’s expectations. Am I nice enough? Pretty enough? Kind enough? Thin enough? Smart enough? Funny enough? Enough for what, you may ask. Enough to be loved. And I don’t know whether to punctuate that last sentence with a duh or a sigh. You choose.


But! I’m doing a lot better with that than I used to – in the worst of my eating disorder I’d be so paralyzed by my fear of not being “enough” that I simply couldn’t get dressed. I’d have a teary breakdown nearly every morning. Everything I put on made me feel like a failure because it made me look “fat.” And, in my messed up brain, fat = failure. These days, while I still have a really hard time getting dressed, I’m able to see it for what it is and force myself out of my closet anyhow. I’m still insecure but at least I’m insecure and out of the house. And I even have days now where I look at myself and think “I’m awesome!” (My husband, however, still bears the scars from earlier days of being perpetually late to everything  - now whenever I ask him how my outfit looks he immediately responds, “You look beautiful. DON’T CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES.” )


Anyhow, it was this insecurity that my mind immediately went to when I watched this interview with super celeb trainer Jillian Michaels. The sound is super quiet so here’s the transcription:


XO Jane Reporter, Emily: A lot of our readers are really into size acceptance and Health at Every Size. Your brand is so aligned with weight loss, I just wonder how you feel about exercise for fitness vs. exercise for weight loss.


Jillian: I don’t even really know what that means. I’ll define health for you. If your cholesterol is good, your blood sugar’s good, your blood pressure is good, that to me is healthy. I believe that you should accept yourself as every size. But I’m not gonna sit here and pretend that you’re physically healthy at every size because you’re not.


And I also don’t believe that even though you might be 100 pounds overweight, you’re going, “Oh I’m good the way that I am.” BULLSHIT. I don’t believe that you don’t wake up in the morning and feel uncomfortable in your skin. I don’t believe that you don’t feel insecure when you pick your kid up from school. I don’t believe that you don’t feel uncomfortable when you’re naked in front of your husband or your wife for that matter. I don’t believe you.


So while it is critical that you love yourself right now to begin any transformation, you’re really loving yourself enough to invest the time in yourself to become physically healthier. My definition of healthy as I said is not a size 2 or a size 4. It’s the numbers that your internist is gonna give you. But I’ve yet to meet a person who is 100 pounds overweight and is a specimen of health and wellness.”


See, my first thought was WAIT, I’M UNCOMFORTABLE picking my kid up from school or being naked. (Hopefully not both at the same time.) Heck, I wake up in the morning (just some mornings, thankfully) and feel uncomfortable in my skin! And I’m not 100 pounds overweight.  People, detractors and supporters alike, like to make “size acceptance” about health but for me someone’s health is a private matter – between them and their doctor – whereas acceptance seems pretty public. First, I really don’t believe that you can tell someone’s health simply from looking at them or from their weight. Second, so what if they’re not perfectly healthy? Who is? Jillian? Someone else’s health has no impact on how much I love, respect or value them. (Although I’d be willing to bet that how much someone is loved, respected and valued has a lot of impact on their health.)


While Jillian started out pretty good, talking about a concept of health based on measurements other than weight (yay!), she kind of switched horses midstream. “But I’m not gonna sit here and pretend that you’re physically healthy at every size because you’re not.” I don’t know about this, honestly. Can you be physically healthy at every size? Probably not. But can you be physically healthy at most sizes? Perhaps. Can you be physically healthy at a much greater range of sizes than society currently deems “healthy”? I think so. Either way though, I don’t like this equating health with acceptance. I want my loved ones (and myself) t0 be healthy but that has nothing to do with my love for them.


Emily paraphrased my unease, adding, “A lot of my discomfort was caused by Michaels’ tone. Her attitude toward fat people seems to go way beyond “tough love” — it feels personal, and unnecessarily harsh. Before I even got out the words, “size acceptance,” Michaels was already rolling her eyes. When she imitated a fat person claiming to be happy with themselves, she affected a high, mocking voice. To speculate about how fat people feel being naked in front of a sexual partner seemed like a nasty low blow.”


And yet I know a lot of people who feel like Jillian is speaking the truth, albeit in a brutally honest way. For them, love is caring about someone’s health. They don’t like to see their loved ones “suffer” (and I only put that in quotes because suffering viewed from the outside can look very different than suffering viewed from the inside). They want to help but it’s hard to fix society’s expectations. It’s much easier to try and fix the person. Who cares about kind if it’s saving their life? Plus, this is Jillian’s job right? I’m certainly not qualified to comment on anyone’s fitness, health or mental state but as a post-Biggest-Loser community we’ve given her that power. (A power that she’s used to market dubious “cleanse” and “burn” supplements...) I do think that Jillian believes that she’s being loving.


Yet I’ve been going over and over her remarks in my head in the week since I first read them. I think Jillian’s statement felt so personal to me because I desperately need to believe that a) being secure in my own skin need not have anything to do with how large or small said skin is and b) that there are women out there doing just that. It gives me hope, if not for myself, then at least for Jelly Bean. Can Jillian be right? Are all these confident, beautiful, every-sized women that I see really lying or deluded? Can you “accept” yourself while still feeling uncomfortable in your skin? She can’t be right, can she? 


Perhaps her most telling sentence was her first one: “I don’t even really know what that means.”


What do you think – can you be 100 pounds overweight and be honestly comfortable in your own skin? What do you think size acceptance means? Does loving someone mean worrying about their health? Am I sleep deprived and over-thinking this??

Tagged as: health, insecurity, Jillian Michaels, size acceptance