Monday was uneventful at the gym. I took it easy due to being extremely tired. Turns out the reason for that is I was getting sick. I actually skipped today because I feel like crud, and I don’t want to be that guy who brings his cold to the gym (though I think that is where I picked it up.)
So for today, I want to talk about the “Health at every size” movement and obesity.
I saw a great video on the topic from Obese to beast today.
Honestly, I agree with him. I am all for being “happy in your skin” and respecting everyone, regardless of size, age, gender, pronoun choice, color etc. However, “health at any size” is dangerous. Being obese, or in my case, morbidly obese, is not a good thing. Even IF my heart is healthy, other parts of my body suffer. My knees hurt. My lower back is being compressed in ways it is not supposed to be compressed and I have back pain from it. I have bounced from pre-diabetic, to diabetic, to in remission, to back to pre-diabetic, depending on how much care and effort I am putting into my diet. That is not good for my body.
Being morbidly obese has affected my sex life. I can pretty much only have sex in 2 positions and that gets boring, fast. It isn’t the cause of my current impending divorce, but I am sure it is factor.
It has affected my relationships with both my wife and friends. My wife likes going for nature walks. My best friend loves to hike. Both have invited me countless times, and I have passed because A: I sweat like a mule and B: My back only holds up for so long before it becomes a major problem. It sucks not being able to spend quality time with my loved ones in nature, because my body doesn’t want to cooperate.
And quite frankly, and kind of chest pain becomes terrifying. I tweaked a muscle in my chest at work one day, and it hurt. It started hurting more and more, and I got so legitimately worried that I was having a heart attack, I went to the Emergency room. I spent 4 hours, and $200 to find out I was fine. No signs of heart problems…but even after being told that, I had it in the back of my mind that this was it.
I have a 4 year old nephew. I would like to see him grow and mature into an adult man. The other day he asked me to chase him and I couldn’t because I can’t really run.
I want to sit on a porch as an old man with my best friend, smoke a pipe and yell at teenagers.
I want to live damn it!
That is a large part of the beginning of this journey. I don’t want to be another obesity statistic. I am tired of being tired all the time. Tired of being sweaty and uncomfortable. Tired of having to pay 2 extra dollars for a t-shirt because of the extra fabric. Tired of Walmart only havig 2 pairs of pants that will fit me, and one of them being camo pattern. (Blech).
I am not getting any younger, and it is not getting easier, but I have to do it.
I have to do it for me.
And if you are out there, comfortable in your skin, but obese or morbidly obese…I am happy you are comfortable and confident, but drop the weight. Do it for you. Do it to live longer. Do it to defy expectations. Do it.
Remember, there is more to life than paying bills and dying.