By Dr. Francesca Fanolla
" first part
I was the captain of my team, we were strong, I was strong, promising, with great potential, I played with all the passion and soul, I lived for that ball, for that field. I remember the horrible feeling of panic that took me when I realized that after only 10 minutes of warm-up running I was already exhausted, out of breath and shaking legs. It was not me. It couldn't have been me, the sportswoman of the country, the promising volleyball player of the team, the strong, fast, snappy girl ever. It couldn't be me ... and yet ... it was me. Weak, sluggish, exhausted without even starting training, apathetic, unmotivated. My condition did not last long, that "modus vivendi" that I had self-imposed on myself despite having always despised certain adolescent "fixations", mature as I was, with respect to little girls my age. From that day on I began to look in the mirror with my own eyes, the real ones, those that scan not only the deteriorated and abused body but also the soul, the spirit, looking for that something that doesn't work or that didn't work along the way. "healthy" of life and above all of a sporty and health-conscious person like me. I was wounded by my own weakness in pride, seeing myself small, fragile, useless in that field where everyone ran fast while I dragged my tired legs. That was all it took. It was enough to see my dream shattered and my passion for which I had sweated and worked so hard to ashes to shake me up and make me understand that I was wrong.
I resumed eating, even quite quickly, recovering a few kg, the color of a healthy person, strength and energy. I returned to being the captain worthy of that title and that brief, albeit dangerous parenthesis, soon became just a memory.
In those years, as indeed today, the models proposed by the company were the usual ones: girls under size 40, skeletal models where there is no shape but only flat, uniform, cold bones. touch that tunnel, many, unfortunately, to enter it completely.
Only later, when I got to know the weight room and the Body Building, my concept of the body, my model of physicality totally changed. All now I contemplate in ecstasy the sculptural symmetry of the bodies of athletes such as centometrists, jumpers, swimmers and the volleyball players themselves, a little less muscular but still admirable. I began to understand Body Building, that boring training schedule to be repeated every time, as a "winning weapon to get everything I wanted from my body. Surely the emotions of the competitive spirit experienced with volleyball are not and never will be comparable to repetitiveness. individual that training with weights involves, but
I was struck by the symmetry of the shapes and the very shape of the muscles, the body's ability to develop its mass, within the subjective limits, starting from a practically toned physique to arrive, after months, at a body that is beautiful to look at, agile, strong. , powerful, almost able to do anything he wanted. In these years of training, specialization courses and work as an instructor of this discipline, the model of physicality to which I continue to aspire is the toned, muscular but without excess (and strictly "natural"!), Loose, snappy, symmetrical, I would say harmonious in its appearance and "melodic" in its movement, the result of hard, demanding training, the result of perseverance, stubbornness, sacrifice and maximum profit from one's potential.
This is my personal experience, the story and the "stripping" of an operator in the "Fitness and Wellness" sector, which I hope can be of help to those who, like me, find themselves in this condition.
Anorexia and its skeletal body is just a very bad and very distant memory ... today I am very careful not so much about my body weight (given by several factors, such as fat mass, lean mass, water), but to the shape and substance of it, monitored simply by placing myself in front of the mirror or noticing the loads I can lift during training. A female body in the forms that make it so, but muscular, solid, certainly not fragile. Mine. girls and women should seek, abandoning the desire to undernourish and neglect it, to lead it inexorably to the death of the beauty, harmony and well-being that nature has incredibly given us, giving us birth.
Play sports, look in the mirror, love your flesh, your muscles, nourish your spirit and your body, which is the means that allows you to live and be in the world, to travel roads, climb winding paths, cross goals. Love and take care of yourself, you first of all, build your body like your life, love it and look for your faithful companion in sport to achieve and maintain your well-being.
Word of Personal Trainer ;-)
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