I'm in the midst of a really busy week in my real life, so I do apologize for not being around much. I promise you, the quality of this blog will increase after this next weekend!
Last night I was watching "The Biggest Loser." I love that show. It's inspirational to see really heavy people work hard and lose weight while picking up eating and cooking tips along the way. There's a bit of game play, especially this season, but for the most part it's about the steps a larger person must take to lose weight and get healthy. I love Allison, the hostess, who has been on TV her entire life in the soap "Days of our Lives." She went through a weight loss nightmare of her own when she was younger. It was very public, and very harsh, so I know every time she opens her mouth, she's been in almost the same place the contestants have been. Plus, she gets to be the DEVIL on the show. She's sort of the ring master when it comes to challenges and weigh ins. Last night she said, "This isn't a prison, you get to leave whenever you want to."
Yep, I love the show. I especially enjoy watching the show while snacking, generally on something buttery or chocolate filled.
Last night the contestants were separated into four teams from their previous two. This is important I guess because not everyone got the trainer they wanted or the teammate they wanted or the color t-shirt they wanted. (Personally, I would look like DEATH if I had to wear the green T-shirts. It's a really strong shade of green.) They have two new trainers this season, Kara and...I think he's called Brett. (Frankly, I just call him "the pretty trainer.")
For those of you not familiar with the show, the two trainers for the last however many seasons have been Bob and Jillian. Jillian is a tough drill sergeant sort of person, all business, tough as nails. She could possibly kill someone if given the chance. Bob is a bit gentler, using a bit more humor and a lighter touch. Brett and Kara are far more...existential.
Which is a disturbing direction the show has been taking of late. Suddenly, the trainers are also psychologists. I realize that being fat is far more complicated than just a person eating a lot and not moving. I have a ton of reasons why I gained weight and I use all of them as excuses when I'm trolling for a snack at 10 PM.
But last night, the analysis of the contestants made me laugh so hard I almost blew Vernor's through my nose. (And if you are familiar with Vernor's ginger ale, you know that blowing it through your nose is very painful.)
Brett, the pretty trainer, had his three team mates go to a quiet place by themselves, and stare out at the mountains in the distance and contemplate on what brought them there.
Basically, Brett, the pretty trainer, had given them the equivalent of a TIME OUT. (Go to your space and be quiet for a period of time that is appropriate for someone your age.)
The visual of this unintentionally hilarious.
First of all, they weren't by themselves. The team mates stood about four feet from each other, looking away from each other. Second, how much contemplation did it take to realize you are on The Biggest Loser because you are FAT? They don't put skinny people who eat healthy balanced diets on the show. They put big fat gigantors who subsist on a diet of pizza and chips on the show. How did you get to this place? You ate your body weight in crap and got fat!
Which brings me to the point of today's blog. I'm a heavy person, so I'm pretty sure I can say this. If you are fat, there might be underlying reasons why you eat, but here's the real deal:
YOU ARE FAT BECAUSE YOU EAT TOO MUCH AND YOU DON'T PRY YOUR BUTT OFF THE COUCH.
If I were a trainer on "the Biggest Loser," I would spend a lot less time contemplating and a lot more time working out. As a fat person I will be really honest with you. It's not a secret why I'm heavy. I know, you know it, KRAM at Gold's Gym not only knows it, but he gives me all manner of grief about it. I'm heavy, like most people are heavy, because we shove endless waves of food down our pie holes and because exercise hurts. I'm currently losing weight because I'm shoving smaller waves of food down my pie hole and exercise doesn't hurt quite as much as it did a month ago.
|The Good: Bob, The Bad, Allison, who plays the DEVIL on Biggest Loser just to mess with the contestants, and the ONE WHO WOULD FLOG YOU WITH YOUR OWN ARM if she were allowed, Jillian|
I haven't brought this up much with the trainers at Gold's, mostly because they are generally working with people who are serious enough about fitness to pay them for their services. Me, I just do the drive by training, like, "Hey, how ya doin'? I'm great....should I be running at a 5 mph speed or faster? OK, thanks!" "Hey, I've been on the elliptical for 6 minutes and I can't feel my elbows anymore...should I take a break maybe?"
Anyway, I haven't brought it up much, but I will say with my few meetings with KRAM, I'm thinking that real life trainers aren't all that interested in the issues you bring to the table. I'm guessing that the following points would elicit the following answers from pretty much any trainer at Gold's.
1) Self esteem? Yeah, you know what's going to give you huge self esteem? GET YOUR BUTT MOVING!
2) Issues? You know when you're not focused on your issues? WHEN YOUR BUTT IS MOVING SO FAST AND SO HARD THAT YOU CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING BUT THE PAIN IN YOUR BUTT.
3) Don't feel worthy of some blessing you've received? GET YOUR BUTT IN GEAR AND DO SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL WORTHY!
4) Why can't you control your late night eating? BECAUSE YOU AREN'T MOVING YOUR BUTT ENOUGH DURING THE DAY!
At least, that's what I would say, if I were a trainer...you know, on the Biggest Loser or something.
By the way, as for my own weight loss journey (and are we tired of THAT phrase now?) I've reached a special number. I lost five pounds after giving up the anti inflammatory meds for my hands. They weren't doing much for me except making me retain a lot of water. I'm down five pounds, I'm two pounds away from a 20 pounds weight loss mark since November 1, and my BMI went down 8 points in the last two weeks. My body fat percentage is still gross, but it's UNDER 45% for the first time in a long time. (And it dropped something like 5 points in the last two weeks.) I've managed to run almost three minutes in a row, missing it by only a few seconds. I know I kid, but if it weren't for Gold's, and the constant nagging...I mean, encouragement, of the people there, I would not have this progress. Also, I would not have this blog, because what's more funny than reading about my less than graceful attempts at physical fitness. (Which reminds me...I keep running into a very beautiful, young, fit lady from our church at Gold's. I have to share that with you in a later post.)
I'm not where I want to be, but I'm in better shape than where I was!