Yes, I’m overweight. Yes, I’m a lazy ass. Yes, I’m out of shape. No, I don’t need your condescending attitude about it just bc you’re thin.
Why don’t I jog? My breasts are so large, even just jogging is excruciating for my back/shoulders which are already in pain most of the day.
Why don’t I just hike more or climb stairs? My left hip will need to be replaced soon due to bone deterioration from medication I was on for years and my left knee was injured when I was a teenager. I’m actually supposed to avoid stairs at all costs, but take them because I feel like a lazy ass when I don’t.
Why don’t I lift weights? Much like my hip, most of my joints are extremely weak and prone to dislocation. My shoulders are a big issue. Growing up with an abusive father, my body as been beaten and battered for years and parts of me are just falling apart.
None of this is an excuse for not being more active. I can walk around my block. I can do small things to make myself more active and help myself shed these unwanted pounds. Trust me, despite my lack of action, I know what I need to do to change myself.
What pisses me off about all of this is there is one person in particular (a friend of a friend, who I don’t particularly like and only put up with because he’s invited everywhere and it isn’t usually my place to say something) who feels because he has a fast metabolism and is stick thin, he is qualified to “train” me and any of my other friends who are either overweight or just want to improve their athleticism. BULL.SHIT. I’ve seen him work out. I’ve seen him ATTEMPT to run an extended distance. Being thin is not the equivalent of being fit. Don’t tell me I should start running when I know that isn’t the best way for me to get my cardio in. Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t eat when all you eat is fast food. In fact, just stop talking all together. I didn’t ask for your advice or help, and trust me, I NEVER will.
The other thing he loves to do is invite me and my friends on “epic adventures” aka “I’m gonna drive us all up to some woodsy area, and we can smoke pot and drink beer”. Fine. I don’t see why we have to sneak weed into a wildlife preserve or hike to the top of some mountain just to sit and drink, but if it makes you feel like you’ve done something with your life, sure. What makes me want to hit him with my car is when he comes up to me and says “don’t worry, the hike isn’t that bad, you’ll be able to make it to the top.” EXCUSE YOU, DOUCHEBAG. I can hike. Despite my complaining, I can do it. I’m not going to pass out before we hit the top. I’m not going to cry. I might be a little winded by the time we get to the top, but I’m not incapable of walking the few miles to the top of wherever the fuck you want to take us.
I used to dance competitively. I used to be thin. I used to workout every day AFTER taking dance classes for hours. I gained all of this weight as a side effect of the drugs I was on from 15-22. It slowed my metabolism. Weakened my bones. But it didn’t make me incapable of swimming laps or hiking for the day. Just because I’d rather go to the beach than hike up a mountain with you, doesn’t mean it’s because I’m just too goddamn fat. Maybe, just MAYBE, we blow you off because you think you’re better than everyone in EVERY way and have no problems showing that, constantly.
Yes, I’m overweight. Yes, I need to be more active. No, I don’t need people who have no idea what they’re talking about “reassuring” me that I can do a certain physical activity. My legs are almost pure muscle. I’ll make it up the fucking trail. Don’t tell me you’ll make it easy for me. I’m overweight, not disabled. I’m not on crutches. I’m not in a wheelchair. I’m just out of shape. You want to “help” me? Shut up and let me do my own thing.
Then again, this guy rates himself as a 9 on the 1-10 scale and going by looks alone, he’d be lucky to make the scale. Add in his personality and he’s definitely somewhere in the negatives. So, I’m not surprised he thinks he’s the god of health.
- Weight Bias: Important Information for Parents (education.com)