Thursday, 27 February 2020

On Taking Up Space

So I'm trying not to just write about weight loss (I have about three unfinished posts about other stuff I'm currently working on) but, like any venture into new territory, this exercise thing is exciting.  Getting stronger, fitter and losing weight feels fantastic.  But these aren't the only new experiences I'm having.  I'm also discovering a whole new world.  And some new experiences have been disturbing.

The quintessential scary 'gym dude' (love you Joseph Gordon-Levitt x x)


I have always been afraid of 'gym people'.  In my brain, they were always fit, buff people interested in sports and looks and sporting.  In other words: the antithesis of me.  So I expected there to be a disconnect with me existing in a gym space.  But the truth is, I have had zero altercations in the gym.  In the gym everyone is completely self-absorbed.  And not in a bad way.  It's just that most people have gone in there (me included) with a plan of what they want to achieve with their time.  Folk in the gym are focused.  They don't give a fuck what anyone else is doing unless they're using a piece of equipment they want.  And even then, so far I haven't seen that result in any kind of conflict.

The pool, however, is a different story.

In the pools I have seen racism, intolerance and sexism on at least a weekly basis.  One of the worst places for this is in the water walking area.  I find this quite funny because it's supposed to be a chill activity.  Water walking is low impact, anyone can do it, and it's often recommended by medical professionals for people with joint or weight issues.  It's a great way to get active without having to (the horror) start jogging.  I've seen people of all colours, sizes and ages enjoying the benefits of walking in the water.  And many, many times I have also seen intolerance of difference in the water.

The only culprits of this I've seen (so far) are older, white women.

I've seen old white ladies complain about kids in the water walking area because they were laughing.  I've seen old white ladies make shit up about Pacifika women to try and get them out of the pool.  I've seen old white ladies complain that they do not have enough space when there are literally only six people in the water walking area and only three lanes open for swimming that aren't booked for classes.  These incidences are not all attributed to the same old white lady.  The intolerant old white lady is a real thing (I see this regularly in my retail life as well).


Old white ladies have been the bane of my water walking experience.

Lucky for me I seldom water walk these days.  These days I'm mostly a lane swimmer.  So while I've left the old white ladies in my wake I have discovered a new enemy.

Men.

Follow the directional rule Jerks!

Not all men.  But the Jerk Man territory is not exclusively white.  It's also not exclusively old (although the majority I've encountered are over forty).  But I can tell you right now, the Jerk Man is real and he is a Jerk.  The first time I experienced Jerk Man, it was more like Just Annoying Man.  It was a dude who just kept talking at me while I was clearly just trying to swim.  Like acknowledging his presence was more important than my plans.  After I stopped responding he left me alone, so it wasn't too bad.  Still, I'm glad this has only happened once.  The most common kind of Jerk Man I've encountered is the dude who swims into you when you are just going about your business swimming, in the manner the arrows on the sign tell you to.  Jerk Man invades your space.  And he does not apologise.  He crashes and says nothing.  And then sometimes, if you don't immediately vacate that lane, he will crash into you again.  When that happens, it's hard to believe it's just an accident.  It's like these men believe the lane belongs to them.

I have had one collision with a woman (the % of being crashed into by a man vs a woman in my experience is about 6:1).  When this happened, we stopped and had a conversation about it so we could mitigate it occurring in the future.  Then we both kept on swimming and not crashing.  Problem solved.  When a woman (or me) accidentally scrape each other underwater (common occurrence when doing breaststroke) an apology is usually elicited.

So this made me wonder if the Jerk Man is actually just being a Man?  The fact that I collide less with women leads me to believe that we are more conscious of the space around us, and how we move through it.  Maybe it has never occurred to the man that this space is not just his?  This immediately made me think about the 'walk like a man' challenges that made the rounds not so long ago.  There's even a word for it now (manslamming). Men crash into me because they have not considered that we exist in a shared space.  They have never considered that someone will not get out of their way.  They are inherently used to all space being theirs.  So why would they apologise when they collide with me (I'm obeying the swim rules)?  These dudes aren't even aware that they are being Jerk Men.

This idea is further informed by my experiences in the sauna and steam room.  While it took me some time to get comfortable being shut in a tiny, hot room with other humans, now it is part of my regular gym experience.  I'm not sure if 'sweating it out' is actually helping me lose weight, but it's definitely relaxing after a workout.  Anyhow.  I have noticed a few differences between the sauna and the steam room:

1) More women frequent the steam room than the sauna
2) I feel more comfortable in the steam room.
Maybe this is the solution for women?        

It didn't take me long to work out why.  It's hard to see people in the steam room.  Women, as dictated by so many aspects of society*, are not supposed to take up space.  So we probably feel more comfortable being in the room where our existence is obscured.  Or potentially, we are uncomfortable in our own skins.  We are nervous about being seen in a small space near naked.  We are afraid of commentary, or being hit on, or just looked at funny.  It seems like men do not feel the same way. 

Both spaces are equally frequented by men.  Men of all ages**, shapes and colours.  And these men make noise.  They are not trying to make noise, they are simply not trying not to make noise.  While women sit there silently (besides some ladies who make a slapping sound as they do their post-workout massage) trying not blend into the walls men do not.  Men talk to their friends.  Men sniff and cough.  Men breathe loudly.  Men drink noisily and tip water over themselves noisily***.  These men are not trying to assert themselves.  They are not being threatening.  They are just simply just taking up space.

And this leads me back to the gym.  The gym has very defined spaces.  If you're on a treadmill it's not like someone else can accidentally just get on your treadmill without causing actual chaos.  Same goes for the floor mats and suspension equipment.  People don't crash because in the gym paths are designed not to cross.  However, after noticing the noise difference in the steam room I realised the same rule applies in the gym.  While most women elicit little more than a heavy breathe in the gym, men make all manner of 'PROU' 'HRRR' and 'PHOUUU' sounds****.

And this leads me back to those old white ladies in the water walking area.  These women who are asserting themselves, who are making themselves heard.  Maybe they are just sick of living in male spaces?  Maybe they are just sick of having no space to call their own?  Maybe, they are just trying to take up space, and the only way they feel they can do that is by taking space from those they can - children and POC's - in ways they can - by yelling at strangers or 'telling on' them to pool staff*****

           Is a woman's only gym the solution?

This whole situation is just shit.  Because it isn't changing.  While yes, women and men of all ages, shapes, religions and ethnicity frequent the same (pool/gym) space, the accessibility within that space is not the same.  I struggle to relax and get into the rhythm of swimming because of the constant fear that a man might crash into me.  How many women have stopped swimming because they keep getting crashed into by men?  How many parents have stopped water walking with their kids for fear of being yelled at by grumpy old white ladies?  Not being able to have space definitely contributes to adverse effects on health.  I can see why there are female/queer/POC only spaces.  It's exhausting never being allowed to take up space

How we move through space matters.  Do you move when someone walks toward you?  Or do you expect others to move?  Does it change depending on who the person is?  Why is this?  What percentage of a conversation do you take up?  Do you put your arm on plane armrests?  How much space do you take up?  And who is enforcing this madness?

We are.

Other than just crashing into men so hard they start getting injured, I can't think of a simple solution besides talking about it.  But we've been talking about manslamming since 2015 and nothing has changed.  Besides being aware that this issue exists, we need to make others aware of it.  We need to actively call it out when we see it.  We need to recognise our own ingrained behaviours and consider how these affect others.

And for those who take up space, who don't move, who never apologise, they must realise the onus is on them.  For those so disempowered they can't even sniff in a sauna, how scary do you think direct conflict would be?  How hard is it to just notice where you are going and adjust your walk path?  How hard is it to listen to the viewpoints of others?  If someone is expecting to be shut down every time they speak, they might eventually stop speaking.  And it can be hard to recover that voice.  If you have a voice, use it.  If you are able to adjust your path, adjust it.

Because when you don't, you're really just a jerk.

* We are encouraged to be slim, to speak quietly, to look after others, to 'be nice'.  And even though in the womb being female is the 'default gender' aliens would never know that looking at society as it is designed with men in mindMost medical studies still use exclusively male rats ie: most medicine is made for men.  It's unsurprising that many of us women feel let down by the medical system (and by all systems generally).

** But usually over 30

***I can understand that you may not believe me and if that is the case I recommend checking it out for yourself.  Go sit in a unisex sauna.  I will be very surprised if you don't notice a difference.

**** This has made me aware of just how important the noise element of Zumba classes is for women and why I feel so uncomfortable taking part in that aspect of it. 


***** I've seen this happen numerous times.  The pool staff know the old white lady is just being unnecessarily anal over nothing, but they do her bidding anyway.  The pool staff know that if they don't then the wrath of that old white lady will be upon them.  And that wrath has (false) teeth.

Tuesday, 4 February 2020

On Joining The Gym: Part II

I thought I better do a follow up to my last post.
And given that I'm hoping this is no small time thing, I will probably do more of these follow ups as things change.

In the last two weeks I've seen big changes - although my weight hasn't changed much at all.  It seems to have stabilised - I haven't gained any, but I haven't lost much either.  I sit between 72.2 and at the highest - 75.  But have been mostly around 73.  While this has felt a little frustrating, it's not so bad because of the other changes I'm seeing.

 I've lost this much already!                 
If I lose 10cm more I'll fit my old clothes      

I've lost about 5 centimeters off my waist.  In Americaspeak, that's 2 inches.  It's a whole dress size!  I'm not out shopping for a whole new wardrobe because in all truth, I've been just wearing too-tight clothes for a while now.  I already had to buy bigger clothes after my first jump in weight and refused to spend even more.  The bras I refused to replace which dug into my bulging flesh now sit as they should.  I can even fit into the sports bra that has literally never fit me.  I bought it on a whim 6 months ago (it was a good brand on clearance and I thought it might encourage me to exercise).  And that's been handy because now I do need sports bras.  My clothes are sitting better and I feel much less self conscious than I did just a few months ago.

And I've been given my exercise program.  On seeing what's expected of me I immediately regretted putting 'core strength' as one of my priorities.  While some parts of the program are ok for me, and the trainer absolutely took my interests and needs into account, some parts are hard.  I know they are supposed to be hard - how else am I going to get fit?  But because they are directed at my areas of weakness, they are super hard for me.  I know, I know, I asked for this.  But a girl can still complain, right?  On the first run through with the trainer I realised just how weak my core is.  I struggled with a couple of the exercises - one which I've seen/done in yoga numerous times and I just suck at, and one which is truly hard.  All of the arm based exercises set were ok for me, and after running through those I started to feel more confident.

And then I met The Grinder.



The Grinder is a machine designed to make people like me cry.  It is like a bicycle for your hands, but I find this harder than any bicycle I've ever sat on.  The trainer said 'So you go this direction for 30 seconds and try and keep above 50rpm, and then go the other way for 30 seconds.'  So I did that.  And it was hard, but I managed it.  I felt a real sense of achievement.  And then they said 'Now, you're going to do that for five minutes.'

Five minutes.

Were they kidding?  There is no way I can do that for five minutes.  I strained my left tricep just doing that for one minute.  That machine is crazy.  That machine will be the death of me, of my arms anyway.  So far, I have only managed two minutes.  I stopped there because I felt like if I did another minute I might not be able to drive home from the gym.  But I'm not going to just not do it.  I will keep trying.  Maybe six months from now I will manage five.  This sort of goal is just as useful to have as a weight loss goal.  How cool will it be to be that much stronger?

   This is the goal at this stage.
Subject to change (due to tiredness)


The other thing I'm proud of is that I have been utilising that membership as best I can.  Any time I can get away from the house alone, I have gone away to the gym.  I've managed to go four times a week for the last two weeks.  And we were away on holiday for two days over that time!  Most of the time I have just been swimming.  But now that school is back I'm hoping to get into some sort of regular exercise regime. 

While I have not been in the gym as much as I'd liked*, I am feeling positive about what I am doing.  Because regardless of how I'm exercising, it's more than I was doing.  I am getting fitter, stronger and slimmer.  There are a number of everyday things I am finding easier to do - shifting stock at work, picking up the kids.  Seeing the results in this way - making life easier, really makes me keen to see even bigger changes in the future.

What I am struggling with at the moment is (as always) balance.  Being new to regular exercise, there are many things to learn.  One of the things that will just come over time is understanding my bodies limits.  When to push through, and when to stop.  In the gym, I find these things present themselves more easily - but this could equally be that I'm just not pushing as much as I could because it feels so foreign.  When I get shaky or something hurts or my breathing becomes inconsistent, I stop.  Swimming is different.  Swimming is relaxing.  Swimming is enjoyable for me, and because I pace myself I can just do it for quite a long time and often don't realise I've hit my limit.

Only 3kg until I'm roughly this size.           
But feeling like I am at this level of confidence now.

I've had a couple of occasions that I felt ok in the water only to come out of the pool and realise I was shaky on my feet.  Maybe that's ok?  I'm not sure.  I seem to be ok. This is often the case when I go straight from work to the pool so I'm probably just tired from being physically active over a long time.  The thing is though, I've found this is one of the best times for me to go swimming.  Not just because it works in well with having childcare available, but because it helps my feet stop hurting (side effect of working retail) and takes the pressure off all those achy joints.  It has been one of the best things for work related aches.

               Abby's first swimming lesson.
It's been almost that long since I felt comfortable
              enough in my skin to go in the water. 
                  Now I'm struggling to get out!



Exercise is also addictive... Just like chocolate it releases endorphins which make you feel good.  So once you start feeling good, you naturally want that feeling more and more.  This is why (for many folk) it's a great way of managing anxiety and depression.  In this respect, it is certainly working for me.  I've cut my medication back down (after raising it a little to manage panic attacks in October).  On the other side of things I just have to be mindful of my tendency to get hooked on crutches.  I've done this with diet and exercise before (in my early 20's).  Making large, measurable changes to your own body can feel very powerful.  If you've had periods where you felt you had no control in your life, discovering that you have power can be a dangerous thing.  It's easy to get caught up in these changes.  This is why I've set realistic, gradual weight loss goals and done very little to my diet.  I don't want to get caught up.  Addiction is unhealthy, whether it's to sugar, heroin or exercise.

I am really looking forward to seeing how this first week of my new schedule works out.  I'm hopeful that with the usual routine of school/kindy etc back having a routine will start to feel less frenetic and more normal.  And I'm hoping to maintain this level of excited, without getting obsessive.  I have my fingers crossed for both.




* Still swimming more than gymming