I had a different post I was going to write but decided to change it at the last minute.. Black women have been having a rough week and I didn’t want to tell ya’ll what happened to me on Saturday. We’ll table that for next week.
It seems that everyone I know (or talk to) is in some stage of fitness “whatever.” Either working out, saying they’re gonna work out, just finished working out. All of the above. I really don’t know anyone that really says “yeah, I’m gonna sit on my behind here and let it grow wide.”
For the women, it’s about being healthy, but really, most of it is about being vain. I know that’s why I work out. I have a bag full of jeans I can’t fit anymore, ranging from size 4-8, one still has the tags on it. I want my tank tops to look a certain way. I want to be svelte and sleek-ish. The messy look I like works if I’m small (er). Having a messy look and being big just makes me look like a “Don’t” that belongs in a magazine.
Honestly, I don’t know why men work out. For some of my friends it’s because they’re coming from a point of reference and can remember when the fibers of their smedium shirts were stretched to their limits.
We all have a mental picture of where we’d like our bodies to be. Could be J-Lo or Sophia Vergara. The Rock or Ryan Gosling (grr) it’s that mental picture that we strive for.
Whether or not we get there is another story entirely.
At my lightest, I was going out dancing (my favorite type of cardio) and engaging in massive amounts of extracurricular activities. Before I knew it, I was -30lbs and didn’t notice it til someone pointed it out.
I remember those days.
2 sit down jobs later, I look at the size of my jeans and get angry. My body has shifted. It’s run away on me!! My big stomach staged a coup d’etat and overthrew my flat stomach. I can’t tell you when it happened, I just remember my size 8 jeans not buckling. I used to have that side dimple in my thighs. Now, I couldn’t find that dimple with a magnifying glass.
I know it didn’t happen overnight, but I want it gone! I want it gone now. I want to wave a wand, do 2 min of jump rope and have my old body back. I’m in my 30′s and it’s not bouncing back like it used to. I live in Florida, I’m supposed to be beach ready! What part of the Matrix is THIS?!
All I know is not having a workout partner is killing me. Not having a routine is doubly worse! My whole family carries weight well, so it’s not like we “look” big, but the illusion isn’t enough. I want to be slim. Forgetting to eat is ruining everything. Eating poorly when I do eat is making me want to forget the whole thing. I’m not obese, that should be good enough. Then I look at the jeans sitting on the floor of my closet and I do one more push up.
So I’m asking you. What’s your motivation to work out? What’s your goal? Are you fighting genetics or playing “catch up” with your old body? What secrets do you have for staying consistent?
Cuz this is ridiculous… (and bullcrap)
Peace and Love, Nick
p.s. I lie. I JUST remembered that ethiopianboy is the only person I know that doesn’t/isn’t working out. He ain’t right.