I was tall and skinny all through my childhood, taking on my father’s lean build. When adolescence began, my body started to change, and curves began to appear. I went up a few sizes, but was good with my body. I gained my Freshman 15, but still was an acceptable size and didn’t think much about my weight. But as I moved into my 20s, I began to get more focused on being healthy and trim. Many of the women in my family are well endowed, and I began working out regularly to remain as trim as possible. Yet, each decade has brought an increase in my weight. I was 130 in my 20s and 140 in my 30s, and now can't get under 150. Today I have decided that 155 is my goal weight—allowing room for my curves while staying away from the obese categorization on my doctor’s BMI chart.
I woke up very early on Wednesday morning. As soon as my eyes opened, I thought of my beloved godmother Annie. My mom called me quite early last year on April 26 to let me know that Annie had passed away in the middle of the night. It wasn’t a surprise. I had been visiting her every two weeks for the past few months to say my goodbyes. But it was still a shock. My Annie was gone, and I was devastated.
Last week, I wrote about generalized anxiety disorder--excessive, ongoing anxiety and worry that interfere with day-to-day activities. This malaise has plagued many of the people around me—my friends, coworkers, students, fellow yoga instructors and church members—for the last three months especially since Inauguration Day. The heightened anxiety perhaps feels even more pronounced, because we live, work and try to enjoy life in the nation’s capital. We can’t ever seem to escape political news and its ramifications.
In my last post, I shared four strategies for dealing with generalized anxiety disorder, including:
For many people, the world shifted in a major way on November 8, 2016. Despite numerous allegations of business impropriety and sexual misconduct, Donald Trump was elected to serve as the 45th President of the United States. In the ensuing days, reports of hate crimes increased exponentially. We heard news accounts of Muslim women having their hijabs forcefully removed, Latin American immigrants told to go back to Mexico, and acts of intimidation against African American people. Swastikas were painted on walls, and confederate flags were hung with pride. Red baseball caps with Trump’s campaign slogan (Make American Great Again) began popping up all over the place. The Trump era had begun.
It has been almost eight years since I moved to Washington, DC. I came because I was tired of the crowdedness that is New York City, and wanted to live somewhere more spacious. I also knew I was ready to own a home, and real estate prices in the Tri-State Area were far beyond my budget. Finally, I was looking to satisfy a dream to live in the Nation’s Capital that I had been harboring since I visited my dad as a 13-year-old teen. Inspired by attending President Obama’s Inauguration in the frigid cold, I decided that 2009 was the time to make the move.
Crystal Moore began her wellness quest in 2003 after being diagnosed with lupus. Her quest has led her to embrace yoga, faith, exercise, healthy eating, and relationships. Share her journey.