I make people feel
guilty. I don’t want to or intend
to. It’s just my existence that does
it. People find out what I do and
suddenly feel convicted of not exercising enough or eating the wrong food. However, I am not here for that. I am not anyone’s judge. I have enough of my own issues, thanks. I do not need to be evaluating everyone
else’s.
All of us, me included,
come to fitness with our own set of expectations for ourselves and many of them
are—how to put this gently—totally unrealistic.
Yes, there may be people out there who exercise for hours every day and
eat a perfectly calibrated number of calories that exactly fill their
nutritional needs, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never met any of them. I’m also pretty sure that their lives have to
be built around doing that, and most of us have other priorities, as we should.
I am not saying that we
should not aspire to do better than we do now.
We’ll feel better if we do our cardio most days. We’ll be able to play longer if we lift
weights pretty regularly. Our bodies
will appreciate the broccoli and the water we feed them.
We have lives, with
families and jobs and cars and dogs and parties and errands and all the other
beautiful, complicated stuff we need to show up for. We need to show up for our bodies, too, but
it is a part of life, not all of it.
Guilt is not the best
reason to work out. Love is. Do the work of fitness because it enables all
the other good stuff.
And if that’s not
enough: I forgive you for the cake last
week and that missed workout on Wednesday.
Go play.