It seems as if so much fitness today is marketed as a punishment.
Extreme this.
Boot Camp that.
Turbo whatever.
It’s as if our overweight bodies have become the enemy and the only way to victory is total warfare. But the collateral damage is massive, isn’t it? If suffering was a legitimate path to health and wellness, most every fat person I know would be in the best shape ever.
I often find myself going on mental tirades at the treatment overweight people receive. I’m mad at doctors who don’t believe we are telling the truth about our lifestyle. I’m mad at nutritionists who claim to know the answer but not the questions. I’m mad at the food manufacturers who make snack cakes so delicious. I’m mad at plus size clothing designers for really…so many reasons. And most of all I am mad at those of you who have never struggled one day of your life with food or weight. I’m mad at your lack of compassion for those of us that do struggle.
But if you add all that anger up and multiply it by a zillion, it still won’t be enough to match how mad I am at myself. And I can’t speak for the entire obese population of the world but I feel confident that I am not alone in this feeling. And this self-anger is why we are so susceptible to complete nonsense. We fall prey to every dumb thing that is marketed to us because we believe we deserve to suffer.
72 hour juice fast? Count us in.
30 days of nothing but raw food? We don’t care if it makes sense. It sounds absolutely horrible. Sign us up.
A workout that burns 1500 calories in a half hour but will probably send us to the ER? Yes. Please. Take our money.
And I have had enough.
I’ m waving the white flag but I’m not surrendering.
I’m making peace with where I am, where I am going and how long it may take to get there.
I’m forgiving every person that ever gave me bad advice and I am forgiving myself for taking it.
I’m reconciling myself to a lifetime of work not struggle.
My body and I are calling a truce.
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