By: Heather
This fall I alluded to some health problems I was having because I wanted to share that I was gaining weight from a new medicine and it was really affecting my happiness level. I never went into details because it really is a private matter, but one that I am ready to share.
In one of my first posts I broke the news that I was a lawyer and during that time I was the skinniest version of myself that I have ever been – at least 15 pounds below where I am today. What I thought was a perk of extreme stress and sadness was actually an indicator that I was too stressed and probably depressed; my body was physically rejecting this successful life I’d earned for myself.
I moved to New York at the end of August 2005. September 2005 was the last time I got my period on my own until February 2010. Interestingly, if I had been on birth control in 2005 I would never have know there was a problem, but that is a post for another day.
When I was still in New York I went to tons of doctors, I had lots of blood tests, an MRI and a sonogram. In the end, no one could really determine what caused my secondary amenorrhea (the absence of a period in someone who has already gotten it). I learned several of the hormone levels in my body were off – not where they should be for a female my age. Doctors felt it was two things – the stress of my job combined with my weight loss – that prevented me from getting my period.
One doctor broke it down in a way that left me speechless. She explained that women get their period so that that can have children. There is really no medical necessity for it and it didn’t mean I was sick, but it was natures way of taking away my ability to have children. The low or imbalanced hormones were indicating that my body was under extreme stress, too much stress to have or care for a child. I think it’s crazy and wonderful how the body does that.
This was obviously a disturbing thought for a 25-year old female who always planned on having children. At the time (and it had taken about a year for the doctors to come up with what little explanation they had for this), however, I was still unwilling to really do anything about it, to maybe look at myself and think about what I could change and say “this is not healthy or normal.” Instead I was filled with self-pity and excuses. Other people ran more than me. Other people were skinnier than me. Other people were certainly as stressed out as me. Why me?
I intentionally tried to gain some weight by eating more peanut butter and olive oil. When that didn’t work I had to submit to what my doctors were advising me to do. Interestingly, none of these doctors seemed particularly concerned that I wasn’t getting my period. I just kept hearing that it wasn’t medically necessary. And I am sure I am not really in a place to doubt the medical profession or my well-trained doctors, but I just couldn’t get behind the idea of giving someone birth control pills so that they could get their period. But I knew I wanted to fix this thing.
To make a long, complicated story quite short – it worked at first. But then I left my job and lost my health insurance. I’d hoped that just a few month on the pill would jump start my body, but that didn’t happen. When I was getting my Master’s I started to slowly gain more weight, but I wasn’t happy about it. And even though a voice in the back of my head (and the literal voices of my family) said, “stop running so much,” I ignored it. I mean I wasn’t running that much – 30 – 35 miles a week at most – surely others ran much more than me. I can admit now that while I loved running and was really proud of myself for being able to do it, I was scared of what might happen if I stopped. So I just kept doing what I was doing and hoped something would happen. I didn’t have a smart yoga teacher to tell me that doing the same thing and expecting a different result is insanity.
It wasn’t until September 2009 that I had health insurance and could try again. I was prepared for the weight gain and extreme mood swings, and I was welcoming it. And so, that’s what happened. I gained weight and I got real moody (maybe I am just really sensitive to hormones, but I hate taking the pill), and it “worked” again. I was in a much better place in my life so I dealt with it all a lot better.
Something still felt off about the whole thing. I really felt like I was treating a symptom of the problem and not the problem. itself. By getting my period this way I wasn’t have a real period at all. So this January I went off the pill again and went to a new doctor. At the end of January, a new batch of blood tests revealed that I should be getting my period. With an appointment for a new MRI in hand I went on my way. At the beginning of February I started my Yoga Month. I didn’t do much other than yoga that month and at the end of the month, I got my period on my own and I’ve been getting it ever since.
I don’t really know why this happened, but I really believe that a lot of it was about my attitude and some interesting coincidences. Well, I actually don’t believe in coincidences …
1. Running: You might recall that this fall I also broke my foot (and then I broke it again). I 100% believe this happened for a reason. I handled it the best way I could, and much better than I thought I would. I’d previously been scared of what might happen if I stopped running. Now I couldn’t run when I was already gaining weight from the pill. Having a broken foot while I was gaining weight from the pill was like the universe was laughing at me, or at least really testing me. But what could I do? I just adjusted and I was more or less fine. Running was a really important part of my life for the last five years. I still love running, but I know I can’t run as much as I used to and I know I can’t use it like I used to.
2. Weight: When I wasn’t getting my period there were definitely people “skinnier” than me, but I learned that what works for someone else simply does not work for me. I was made to look a certain way. I weigh pretty much exactly what I did as when I graduated from high school. This is a sign to me that maybe this is my true happy weight.
3. Yoga: I truly believe that yoga helped me get back where I needed to be both physically and mentally accepting that I might not be able to run quite so much anymore.
4. Change the Way You See: Caitlin’s Operation Beautiful came out this week and I can’t wait to find it in a store near me so I can pick up three copies for the little ladies in my life. On the Today Show Caitlin said she believes we are in a body image crisis and I agree.

I needed to change the way I looked to really be healthy, but first I needed to change the way I thought. I thought I was being super healthy by being really careful about eating certain things and running 6 miles 5 days a week, but I was literally hurting myself. I thought I was somehow more worthy when I was skinnier because I more closely mirrored what I saw as desirable. I am a smart logical person, yet figuring out that “thin,” “healthy” and “beautiful” were not synonyms took a lot of work. When I started this blog in July 2008 I was just starting to realize that, but it took me all of this time to really get there.
Coming to this space to write whatever I want without fear of judgment is something I am really grateful for. It’s allowed me to work things out that I’ve had in my head for so long. I never shared any of this because it is extremely personal, not because I was embarrassed or ashamed. I’ve decided to tell you about it because I am sure there are more people who read my blog and healthy living blogs who might be going through the same thing or something similar. I know it might be hard and scary to change, but I promise it will be okay (and even better) in the end.

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