This isn’t going to be my regular wordy shut-the-hell-up already, Dianne, kind of post. I’m just going to take up a few minutes of your time today…because I want to show you something.
Exercise isn’t fun when you’re obese. It’s difficult and painful…and you’re sweating in places we shouldn’t even have. I don’t know about you, but I’m incredibly ungraceful. I’m clunky and slow. Truth be told, the only thing I love about exercise right now is the moment that I get to stop – but I’m getting myself to the gym every day because I know it’s either this or surgery (and even with surgery, there must be exercise eventually).
It’s hard for us, I get that. We all get that. It’s hard to clunk around on machines and work up the stamina to get significant amounts of cardio in order to burn that fat. I can’t go near a regular stationary bike…the seats are too small. I get stress fractures even on the treadmill. I stick with the elliptical and the recumbent bike. Mostly the elliptical…but there are times when I feel like the elliptical has totally kicked my butt for the day, yet I’m still able to workout a little more. That’s when I switch to the recumbent bike. And that, my friends, is when the glamour of working out when you’re really obese starts. Even my boobs get exercise on that damn thing…and it’s embarrassing as hell…but I do it.
Click here to see for a lesson in what really matters…Hot Mess style.
See how much I love y’all? If I can suffer through the sweaty grossness and blobby indignity of working out…then you can too. We’re all in this together, right?
Hotness, here we come!
4 thoughts on “Sacrificing myself on the altar of dignity”
I totally wish you lived next door and we could go to the gym together! =) You GO girl!!!
Awesome job doing it, though!
If we lived closer I’d go to the gym with you. Keep up the good work!
Some of us are just lucky to “glow.” When I get done running, I look like I just came out of a pool. Except pinker. After one 5K, I had someone ask me if they should get the medics because my face was so red and I was breathing hard and limping. I told them I was fine, thank you, but I’ll take a granola bar.
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