Now, I don’t normally talk about such dirty words on my blog, but everyone is throwing the “e” word around these days, so I thought I should address it too.
I hate “exercise.” I’m not coordinated or physical. Those people who go to the gym and grin as they “push themselves” are quite frankly, insane in my opinion.
I like to eat healthy, and I like to be active. I walk about 25 miles a week, and hike 5-7 miles at a time once a week. I play in my garden and play with my dogs. Why can’t the road to thinness be paved with this kind of stuff?!?
Honestly, I used to stress a lot more about it, until I started going to a naturopath. When I explained how frustrated I was, he pointed out that I’m German, and my people were probably farm people. They survived by being sturdy and strong (which I am). Healthy meant being able to store fat to last through winter and famine (oh boy can I store fat).
Pop culture tells me I need to be much thinner. Anti-pop-culture tells me I’m beautiful the way I am. I certainly don’t want to be responsible for young women’s body image issues! Yeah, I want to lose weight, but mostly I want to be healthy. I recently looked in the mirror, and thought I looked pregnant (I’m not). So… I’ve decided there’s no playtime activity to fix that. Alas, I’ve got to do (said in a hushed whisper) sit-ups! What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, right?!?