Tags: fitness, obesity, overweight, skinny, weight
As part of my fitness routine, I have taken to weighing myself often. I assumed that I probably weighed about the same as I did when I was in high school and college, because I still wear a lot of the same clothes as I did back then. When I weighed myself I wasn’t surprised to see that I did gain a little weight since then. I’ve only recently returned to working out and I’m older now. It’s normal, right? But I couldn’t figure out where the extra pounds were. My boobs have gotten a little bigger. I always had a big booty, and thighs to match, but nothing too out of a control. Maybe a few pounds on my stomach. Nothing to worry about.
But if you go by standards of measuring your height and how much you “should” weigh based on that, I am slightly overweight. Me and many Americans are “overweight”. Now, I don’t want to get into the whole overeating epidemic that has made this country fat overall. I want to stay focused on the fact that people who look like me, who don’t fit into the bracket of pounds defined for them, can be considered overweight. Have you seen what I look like? I do NOT look overweight. And I eat super healthy, most of the time.
A lot of things effect a person’s perception of being overweight. We see super skinny celebrities and try to emulate them. And we use these “medical standards” and think they are accurate. There was a time when super skinny was not attractive, when super skinny meant you were poor. Having a little meat on your bones meant you were healthy and wealthy. That’s no longer the case.
So what is the new normal? How much should I weigh? I’ll tell you one thing. Since I started working out, I haven’t gained or lost more than a pound. Maybe if I worked out more, I’d lose a little weight. I’ll keep trying. But I think my body might also be telling me something. It is happy the way that it is.
Tags: fitness, gym, health, weight
There was a time when I worked at the local gym. I worked out five days a week: a half hour on the elliptical, then on to the weights and abs, alternating days between upper and lower body. I had things going well.
In college, there was an added bonus to working out. I could get credit towards graduation! I took water aerobics, kick boxing, and weight training classes, and then I taught weight training. I really loved working out, particularly lifting.
Just last week I joined the gym for the first time in three years. Yes, I went THREE YEARS without a proper fitness routine. When I started working full time, I found it hard to fit fitness into my schedule, and it only got worse from there. After I got my dog, he demanded a lot of attention. Being out of the house ten hours a day, I couldn’t stand being apart from him any longer, so I went home and walked my puppy.
I did try to find a fitness routine that worked from home. I bought a body bar, a yoga mat, and ankle weights, and being a self-proclaimed expert in weight training, I knew I could make use of these items. But I’m not the type of person who can just up and lift weights in my apartment. I need to be out of the house, but it also needs to be convenient for me. Plus, have you ever tried to work out with a dog near you? It doesn’t turn out so well. I did try running this spring, but then it just got too hot and a week long business trip through me off course.
I really enjoyed classes, so I tried finding some kind of class I could take without joining a gym. I was very close to signing up for a pole dancing class, but that fell through.
I reasoned that I get enough exercise. I walk the dog a mile and a half a day and go up and down the 40 stairs it takes to get into my apartment several times a day. I can still wear the same pants I wore in college. I am fine.
But here’s the truth — the real reason why many people work out. They have a fear of gaining weight. And rightfully so. You can’t have your cake, eat it, and stay thin while sitting on your ass. I got real into working out in college for fear of gaining the freshman 15 (I didn’t) and as I get older I know it will only get harder to keep my size down.
So now the dog is no longer a puppy and with the live in boyfriend, he gets plenty of attention. I can get back to me now. No more excuses.
Tags: fitness, marathon, running, sports, working out
You see, my father was a marathon runner. He ran ten marathons in his career, including a comeback race three years after suffering a heart attack. The marathon brought the whole family together on the streets of New York where we’d wait in rain and cold to catch a glimpse of my father halfway through the race. We were all in awe of him and so proud.
When we met him at the finish line, there was always this sense of peace, mixed in with exhaustion, that took over. He was accomplished, every time, even if it took six hours. He stood there, huddled in his traditional wrap with his medal around his neck. He even gave me a few of his medals.
My father always told me that the marathon was a triumph of the spirit, and I was always in awe of those who could complete such an arduous task.
I told him when I was 18 I would run the marathon. I am now 27 and I have not come anywhere close to doing so. I have not yet developed a dedication for running. I actually did start running at the same time as I started this blog, but it only lasted for 3 months before famous excuses like business trips and summer heat got in the way. I have yet to pick up and try again.
I wonder if I ever will run the marathon. My father was in his 40s when he ran it. Maybe it’s a goal I’ll reach at a later time in my life. If I ever do, I know my father will be my inspiration.
Congrats to all the runners from Sunday’s race! You are truly an inspiration to us all.