I admit my magazine rack is filled with heartwarming, inspiring stories of formerly fat people who "got their life back" after dropping a lot of weight.
I don't know why I read them.
OK, yes I do.
Why do they always say the same thing? I got my life back, I was disgusting, If I can do it, anyone can. Blah blah blah blah blah.
For one thing, if you didn't have a life when you were fat, that is your fault. Not the fat's. I have a life already. Losing weight does not magically qualify me for some extra experience that was heretofore unavailable to me. Except maybe being able to see my toes when I look down. And honestly? That would just piss me off more because if I can see my toes that means I'm too skinny and I'm flat-chested.
It totally rankles me when someone says they were "disgusting" when they were fat. You were? Were you like a pedophile or something? Because that is disgusting. Fat is not disgusting.
And the shout out they give to all us other fatties: If I can do it, SO CAN YOU. Shaddap already.
I feel a little conflicted now I am the workout queen. I am losing weight. I am gaining muscle. (Can I tell you how incredibly hot I looked in my LBD on Saturday night? I don't mean to be conceited. But I looked awesome and I wasn't even wearing Spanx.) I must remember: it's not about how I look. It's about my fitness. But I looked great.
Does this qualify me to tell all my size 18+ pals "If I can do it, so can you?"
The truth is, there are very specific circumstances that are enabling me to do this.
1. I began as part of a challenge for work. IT WAS MY JOB to do this. Well, not really. It's not like I would have gotten fired or anything. However, I did feel that the College's commitment to the program should be taken seriously. I am the face of the College. I take it seriously.
2. The first 3 months were FREE. Who doesn't love free? It was actually better than free. It was like someone handed me $2,000.00 only I don't have to pay taxes on it.
3. My kids are all big enough that it's OK for me to be a couple of hours late two nights a week. One of my girlfriends was telling me how frustrated she is that she can't exercise more. She has a one year old. When I had a one year old, I sure couldn't work out. At all. He won't be one forever. When he's ready, you can think about getting ready.
4. My husband has been willing (and able) to pick up the kids on workout days. He gets them dinner, gets them bathed and in jammies. This is huge. Without this, forget it.
5. The studio is right near my office. This convenience is critical. I guarantee if Vic ever decides to move, he better consult with me. Because if he moves too far away, I'm done.
6. We have enough left in the budget to pay for it. Believe me -- no budget, no Vic. It's that simple. I know that there are those who say that you don't have to pay to work out. You can do it on your own.
You might be able to, but I can't.
I don't bake my own bread. I don't sew my own clothes. I don't even mow my own yard. So I am not going to feel bad that I don't manage my own workouts.
Even if I did do it on my own, know what my workout would be? A few laps around the park. That's fine if there are no other options, but Vic challenges me. He has dome more with my fitness in four months than I was able to do on my own in a year.
So, to all my friends out there who think "Jeeze -- if a big girl like Mary can do it, I should too". . . .
If you can, do. If you can't -- don't pay attention to those stupid magazines.
I only read them for the recipes anyway.