Wednesday, December 7, 2011

dear stranger, quit blaming me for your issues


I stumbled across this blog today.  It really rubbed me the wrong way.  

hello, i am fat  <-- read or scan, then continue

It should be re-titled "Hello, I Blame the World."  Really?  Well this is one person in the world, responding.

(25 years old, female, 5'9", 150#, 32C, dark blonde, hazel eyes, just as fucking sassy as you)  

 ((I didn't have time to ask someone to take a good picture of me, and all I had was this one of me playing "Just Dance!" on the Wii))

I think you are talking to me?  I get the feeling that you are offended by my outspoken musings about health and fitness.  Quit acting like it is my problem that it strikes a nerve on something you are self-conscious about.  

I recognize that red lipstick - you are that broad who rudely and aggressively complained to me at work last week despite my best effort at empathetic customer service.  Maybe if you quit being defensive for a second, you would realize that I don't fucking care if you are fat.  BTW, just because you have wit doesn't mean you are delivering a strong message.  Quit blowing smoke and acting like you are throwing sledge hammers. 

I don't care what size you are.  I have respect for humanity.  I admire individuals who actively take responsibility and possession of their bodies and physical health a midst a jungle of misinformation and disease.  I hardly think I am shaming anyone or being oppressive promoting health!

Self hate is bad, but who are you trying to BLAME?  

UNHEALTHY IS UNHEALTHY WHETHER OR NOT YOU ARE TOO BIG OR TOO SMALL.  Humans are BIOLOGICALLY WIRED to be attracted to strong, healthy people to continue our species.  No matter what the media says, or what I say, or what you say, this isn't going to go away.

Growing obesity rates are a public health issue, and children should not have type 2 diabetes.  That is all I am going to say about that... for now.

I am not going to stop promoting health and fitness as a superior way to live even though I have been criticized for being harsh or elitist.  True, I have a no-nonsense approach, but LEEESSBEEEHONEST, we don't need any more watered down articles about "gettin' in shape and feelin' great" that provide very little practical information or motivation.  

If you want to be fat, if you want to be thin, if you want to be healthy and strong, that is your own personal effing choice.  Just don't point your finger at me, or anyone else, because you have personal baggage.  

SORT YOUR SHIT OUT.
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About Sam

I am a writer in Omaha, Nebraska sharing my adventures in the foundations of healthy living - nutrition, being active, and being funny.

I was born in Kansas City in the sweltering summer of July, 1986. I was nearly born in the car because I was so pumped to get my life started. I have been bouncing off of the walls ever since. Growing up I hung out with the big kids who were even older than my sister (and best friend) Allie. I quickly developed an "I'm over it" 'tude toward kids my own age whose pastimes seemed juvenile - an interesting perspective coming from a preschooler. My snobbish worldview was hard earned however, as I was forced to learn both multiplication and division early to keep up when we played "school," and I was always forced to do dangerous stuff first to make sure it was okay, like eating unidentified berries and making the first run on super steep hills while sledding. We biked all day, ate wild honeysuckle, painted the house with mud, and collected cicada shells for no reason other than they stick to fabric and freaked my mom out.

I quickly realized that even little legs can get you as far as a car can, and as a young child, you really have nothing but time. My adventures were only restrained by the fact that adults do not find it acceptable for young children to explore the town on foot unaccompanied. I prematurely developed a desire to be an independent self-supporting person, so I opened a Kool-Aid/popcorn business to finance my big plans. Looking back, I would say that the only issues holding me back were my limited advertising budget and the fact that I was still too short to ride roller coasters. People just don't take you seriously when you can't go on the upside-down rides.

I was moved to Omaha in the second grade. I continued walking all over the place, exploring surrounding neighborhoods and visiting grocery stores to pick up my favorites: Goldfish, Sprite, and sugar cigarettes. I don't even think you can buy those anymore, and for the record, I never started smoking.

I never lost my hard work ethic, and I needed to increase my income to afford my new hobbies of beading and Polaroid photography. At the age of ten I mailed in a response to an advertisement for paper delivery routes without discussing the issue with my family. Sometimes you need to take matters into your own hands when people don't share you vision. The people at the Omaha World Herald must have had a good feeling about me becuase they contacted my parents to tell them that they wanted to hire me but would feel better if there was an older family member onboard. I still wonder if Allie holds any resentment toward me for pulling her into the labor force when she was only twelve.

In third grade, I followed Allie's lead and began taking dance classes at Mary Lorraine's Dance Center. For the next eleven years it became "what I did." Nowadays, I train more like an athlete, but I will always move like a dancer, and being in a studio will always feel like home.

After high school I relocated again (this time of my own volition) to study "everything" in the College of Business Administration at the University of Nebraska - Lincoln. I acquired a degree in marketing and finance that I may use someday. More importantly, I became a close friend and Alpha Phi sister with a cross country runner who easily persuaded me to train for the 2005 Lincoln half-marathon. I have been running ever since. In April 2011 I developed plantar fasciitis after jumping into an intense 50-70 mile/week schedule. This is the first athletic injury in my life. Although it has been indescribably frustrating both physically and emotionally, the silver lining is my increased receptivity to more variety in fitness disciplines.

I enjoy Pilates, yoga, enjoy Zumba, plyometric interval training, running, walking, and seeing how quickly I can run up stairs without losing my lunch. When I am too exhausted to move, I read and write. I love fiction, non-fiction, cookbooks, poetry, philosophy, song lyrics, and comedy. I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I love spell check, and felt tip pens.

I am happy and optimistic most of the time. I enjoy living simply and deeply. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.







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