I sat across from her on the twinkle-lit terrace outside the restaurant. We had a view of the entire glimmering bay from our table, as well as the lush green mountain tumbling down below our perch. It was hard to imagine a cause for her knit brow in this setting, but as she looked down at the menu, there it was.
Here we are in 2018 and Instagram is a part of our lives, whether or not we have the right headspace for it. It might be a “fine”, even innocuous, presence in your life until you end up going through something rough. Then, it can be a thorn. Everytime you scroll, you might find yourself getting nicked by photo after photo of something that makes you sad, angry, hurt, guilty, confused.
We love a good makeover, don’t we? It’s a concept built in to our culture from the time we are children. We see Cinderella go from cleaning lady to princess. The Beauty’s Beast goes from hairy and scary to smooth and suave. Think about all of the shows making over human and house; from one extreme to another, all we need is a magic wand and it all becomes new. We need the “Before” so that we can get to the “After”.
Overtraining Syndrome seems to have a bit of an identity crisis. I have seen quite a few posts on what people are calling “overtraining” on social media, but what they are really talking about is “training too much” or “over-exercising”. I assure you that this is not the same thing and understanding the difference could actually change your life.
I’ve had a very hard time figuring out where to start with this. It’s complicated, and yet so simple. It’s downright embarrassing and highly personal, but I’m sharing it anyway. Why? Because maybe, just maybe, there’s some girl out there sitting in the same frustrated, lonely, confused place I was in, and maybe, just maybe, my story can help her.