Friday, April 29, 2011

On being old and fat, and on bananas

I have been pregnant a lot recently.  And though the end result is so very worth it, I can't say there is much about actual pregnancy that I enjoy.  I don't glow so much as glower.  And more than six months after Z's birth, I still revel in my current, non-gestating state.

I was particularly looking forward to shedding all my baby weight.  When I became pregnant with Natasha, I was at my lowest weight since starting college, thanks to the Couch to 5k program.  Eight months later, I was a full 50 pounds heavier (how this happened when I spent the first three months of pregnancy throwing up four times a day, and the last three months not eating after 5 p.m. because of killer acid reflux, is still a mystery to me).  And then I got pregnant again without losing all of it first.  Now, I have about 25 pounds to lose.

So, I started C25K again in early January.  It was going well - I was running three times a week and taking long stroller walks at least two days a week.  I didn't even really have to count calories, and I started losing slowly and sensibly.

But then I busted my toe.  The little one on my left foot.  Insignificant, really, as far as toes go, but I couldn't wear shoes, even my sneakers, without pain.  How did I bust it?  I dropped the second seat of my double stroller on it.


Anyway, that put me out of running commission for awhile.  And then, about six weeks later, just as I was starting to feel better, I tweaked my right knee.  I have no idea how I did it.  I don't even know what's wrong with it.  Neither does the med unit.  Their best guess is a microscopic tear somewhere in there.  Not much I can do but take it easy.  And maybe cut a few calories (but not too many since I'm nursing - ugh).  But definitely no running for awhile.

That's where the getting old part comes in.  About 11 years ago, I noticed that injuries were taking longer to heal, that my body wasn't as resilient as it once had been.

That is when I developed my Banana Theory of the human body.

It goes like this: We are all like bananas.  Before we turn 22, we are green bananas (1-4 on the illustration above).  Not at our full potential, still growing, and there isn't much that will hurt us.  You can hurl a green banana at the floor and it will bounce slightly and then lie there, unbruised, unblemished.

At 22, we are just-yellow, perfectly ripe bananas, like 5 above.  The inside is in peak condition, and the outside is still pretty sturdy.

But that perfect state does not last long - neither in bananas, nor in people. 

By 23, we are bananas that have become just a bit overripe, like #6.  From there, like bananas, we develop soft spots, bruises, etc.  See #7.  And we all know bananas get worse from there.  So I won't extrapolate to the end - it's depressing.  But you get the idea.



  1. Love your analogy! I hope the injuries are done soon and stay away so you can get back to what you want to do.

  2. My dad used to keep an old banana as an ornament in his office. It dried out on a vent he carelessly left it on over a long weekend, and it desiccated solid. It looked awful, but was perfectly preserved for well over 10 years. When I brought it home after he died it became over humidified and went rancid.


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