So I just browsed about sixty fitness journals. MOST of the journals were started by people (90-100% female) who wanted to lose weight (usually 50-100 pounds), but who had several reasons why they couldn’t or hadn’t lately (no comment). It was discouraging, and yet, I still don’t know what I’m thinking about it all.
Do I want to try and help out? Do I think there’s something I could do to combat the 65% rate of obesity in the US? Could there really be a dent in this number, even if a hundred people went out on a mission to save humanity from itself?
Not unless I could set timers on people’s televisions, and bomb a few drive-thru windows. Not unless I could completely buy out amazon.com of various books on self-esteem, and force-feed them to the masses. Not without showing that there are NO pills, no surgeries, no exercise equipment purchases that will ever do the work for you. Not completely.
And does this have to matter to me? I dunno. Feels like when people are ex-smokers versus non-smokers. The ex-smokers are always more cranky about their fellow smoking humans, right? Well, I guess I’m an ex-fatso or something, because it’s not the shape of a person that bugs me: it’s this sense of complete bafflement they express at the state of things, when the facts seem exceedingly clear.
Anyhow, everyone is where they are on their journey. I’m not holier than thou. I still have 30 pounds to lose. I’m still working up to doing a marathon. I have a million flaws of my own. It’s just on my mind.
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