I don’t often write about social, political or other issues. That’s not what I’m here for. I’m not here to fight a cause or push my world beliefs on others. But I have been exposed to this topic of conversation through a few different avenues in my life lately and I thought I would address my thoughts on it.
Gym bullies. Ok, so maybe “bully” is an over-used term. But I’ll explain the people I’m talking about. I’m talking about the ones who smirk and stare and laugh with their friends when a less than fit gym-goer is making their best attempt at running or they happen to be bending over. I’m talking about the ones who feel the need to publicly or privately criticize others who are simply in their presence and trying to better themselves. I’m talking about the extreme ones taking pictures of people at the gym in less than flattering positions (and even posting them!). We’ve all seen these people at the gym, and to me it’s really sad.
Before I go on with my mild rant, I also want to say this disclaimer. I believe there is a difference between the person I just described vs. a high performing achiever who’s physical perfection intimidates us solely because of our own insecurities and perception. It’s easy sometimes to put our insecurities on the fit girl who runs on the treadmill for an hour with ease and the buff guy who has big muscles. But every fit person at a gym isn’t there to launch a personal attack on those of us who may struggle in this area.
So let me be very clear. Not all fitness buffs are jerks. I am married to one, and he is the exact opposite of the person I just described. He has a body 10 years in the making that was built from the ground up by shear determination, dedication and passion. He is the guy that you might even judge when you walk by because he is focused and at the gym for a very clear purpose which goes much deeper than the physical that you see. But he is also the guy who has met, coached, befriended and mentored many people who have had the guts to walk up to him at the gym, simply because they want to be something more than they are. He isn’t the guy who laughs or smirks at others who dare step into those doors. He isn’t the guy who turns someone away because he is too good to waste his time talking to those who may not excel in their fitness like he does. He is humble and genuinely caring and I am proud that he is the type of man who willingly shares his talents with others.
I think some people mistake intimidation for strength, when to me it really shows a great amount of weakness. If you are truly proud of who you are, and are successful and happy, why wouldn’t you want to share that? Why wouldn’t you want others to feel as great as you do? Seriously people, can’t we all just get along?
I have been on both sides of this scenario, so I get it. I was the girl who weighed more than an averaged sized man. The girl who gained 93lbs during my first pregnancy and had to work my butt off (quite literally) to loose the weight. For anyone who tells you baby weight just “falls off” after – they’re lying! Unfortunately that is not every mothers reality! I was the girl so embarrassed to even go sign up for a membership, because my body was in SUCH bad shape. But I shouldn’t have felt that way. What better place for me to be than right there! There is nowhere else I should’ve felt more comfortable and more proud. Proud for getting off the couch and taking those steps to not accept what my physical self had become. And so I squeezed into my extra large track pants and borrowed my husbands t-shirts. I couldn’t have felt worse about myself. But I was determined to make a change – and so I did! The process was not easy, and battling my insecurities publicly as my body learned to move again was mentally and physically challenging.
It took me a full year to get my body back. Once I got into the groove of mommy hood and really committed myself to my fitness, I did a 10 week program that my husband designed for me, and lost the final 45-ish extra lbs I was still carrying. Yes – that is more weight that most women gain during pregnancy in TOTAL. I was officially down to a weight I hadn’t seen since college, and was about 10lbs lighter than before I got pregnant. I felt fit, I felt proud, I felt healthy. I was happy. A few months later I suddenly found myself on the other side. A woman who had seen me drop off my son at Kids Club everyday for an hour for nearly 3 months, and sweat through my t-shirts every time, asked ME how I did it. ME. The overweight, out of shape, post-baby body ME who was nervous and insecure walking through those gym doors a few short months back.
We aren’t all in the same place. Some of us are fighting a life-long battle with weight and nutrition. Some of us are trying to lose the baby-weight. Some have experienced a tragedy and are trying to get their lives back, including their physical selves. Some are at their peaks, with 6% bodyfat, who can run a 45 minute 10k and squat 300lbs. Whoever we are, wherever we are in our journey’s, be proud of yourself. Maybe that’s a lot to ask, but really, who are any of us to judge another. Especially in a place designed for people of all shapes and sizes to go and find their greatness!
So, if you are someone who isn’t where you want to be and wants to make a change, someone who’s jeans are too tight, or forget jeans all together! Maybe you’ve been limited to yoga pants for months, or years even. This post is for you! Negative people will be everywhere you go, and they aren’t worth spending a second of your energy on (Easier said than done, I know!). Be proud of where you are and that you’ve decided to be brave and admit you aren’t happy with yourself, and get that butt off the couch and to a gym. Don’t let anyone or anything get in the way of you reaching your goals and being at your best. Trust me, I know this isn’t easy, and it is definitely a constant battle. As a 23 week pregnant woman who is ballooning again quite rapidly, I will soon be there right beside you, starting all over again after baby #2! Let’s try to enjoy the ride.