I saw a sweatshirt the other day that had “Chubby Girl Fitness Mediocre Body Program” written on the front. I saw it, laughed heartily, and then promptly bought it.
How could I NOT buy it?
I’ve been on the heavy side since I was a kid. At least, that’s what I tell myself. I look back at how fat I was then and totally wish I was that thin now. Effectively, I was way too hard on myself and not fat at all. I just wasn’t as stick thin as some of the kids I went to school with. I shunned my curves, just as some of them shunned their lack of curves. Seems like nobody is ever really happy as they are. As an adult, I’m considered probably the on the heavier side of average. I rock about a size 12-14. I’ve got a lot of jiggle though. I can pinch considerably more than an inch. I can grab some handfuls. I’ve lingered around the same size for years, aside from my first pregnancy when I ballooned up about 70 lbs from where I started, and right before I met my husband, when I was just a size 4 (sorry hubby!). I know I wavered enough at some stages of my life that one young guy once told me I was “too fat to date” but saw me at the gym after a large weight loss, didn’t recognize me, and asked me out. He had no idea who I was. I declined, and told him to go screw himself. People treat you differently depending on your weight. It’s sad, but true. I noticed people treated me with a bit more respect when I was thinner. They dismissed me less. Now I know that people may say “it wasn’t your weight, but how you felt about yourself at that weight” and maybe that’s true. Maybe my inward view of myself caused other’s perceptions of me to vary.
As I’ve gotten older, I’m a little less focused on my weight. I just have so many other things to concern myself with. Then at times I wonder why I am not taking better care of myself. Some of it is lack of time, some is lack of energy. I know my energy level would probably be higher if I was getting more exercise. It’s a vicious little circle, that’s for sure. I know I was feeling really great when I was doing my aqua zumba class, and getting outside more to exercise. The class got cancelled (I am SO mad about that!) and my friend let her membership expire. I stopped going. The pounds are creeping on, and I know from a bit of research (aka, perusing online) that weight gain can be common after a hysterectomy. I need to get myself back in gear.
UPDATE: Ok, so I started this post a few days ago….and then I bailed. Then I thought about how my hips and back is hurting every day, and how they hurt less when I was in a bit better shape. I also realized I have been paying a hefty YMCA membership fee and not even going. Monday I took the kids and the dog for a long walk down to the library and back. We all commented how fun it was and how good it felt to be moving in the fresh air (we are on day 199 of the endless winter that won’t quit this year, I swear). Tuesday, I was still on a high from the fresh air and exercise, so I crammed myself into my new swimsuit (my god I hate swimsuits. I feel like a sausage in a casing when I put one on), got the kids in the car, and we headed to the Y. I joined in on a deep water fit class with an instructor I hadn’t had before. Oof. Muscles were burning, my body was in a bit of shock. Water classes are weird. You’re basically weightless, doing fairly simple maneuvers, but the resistance caused by the water and the equipment used give you quite a good full body workout. I felt like jello when I left the pool.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling good. I wasn’t as sore as expected, and I hauled my ass out of bed feeling….pretty decent, all things considered. After I work, my husband was home with the kids, so I took, get this, not one, but TWO classes at the pool. One deep water fit and one shallow water fit. The shallow water class had the same instructor from the day before, and worked us fairly hard. The other class had an instructor that looked like she might fall asleep. I adapted the moves into what I had done the day before with the harder instructor. I left feeling like jello again.
Now, the fact I took both of these classes with a group of people who were all about 20 years my senior? Maybe that’s a sign, considering how much of a burn I had after class, that my level of physical fitness has dropped more than I thought. Then again, I have no shame in my game. I will rock out with the older set any time. They are a fun group. An elderly couple stopped me at the end of class to ask about my tattoos and tell me they thought they were SO pretty and fabulous.
Last night I slipped into a DEEP sleep and woke up feeling still tired, but refreshed at the same time. I didn’t wake up through the night like I have been doing. It was glorious.
Today, may be a day of rest, but then I think that if I stop, I will make an excuse the next time. perhaps I will take the dog on an extra long walk if mother nature stops being an utter asshole. Tomorrow, I am headed back to the pool.
Why am I telling you all of this? Well, because I’m not a girl who exercises. I’m also not very fit. I am, however, tired of feeling the way I do. So for the few folks who read this, I am putting this out there so perhaps I’ll be a little accountable. It’s easier to bail if you don’t tell anyone, right?
Wish this chubby girl luck on her way to that mediocre body!