1. I hate my gym. It's stinky, sweaty, and dirty. They don't have cleaning supplies for patrons to wipe down the machines and I just feel down right gross sitting on a machine that some nasty, sweaty man just finished using. Plus, I don't like the thought of being "that girl" who carries around a bag of lysol wipes and vigorously cleans the machines before and after each use. The employees are never, and I mean ever, cleaning anything. One time, this chick was vacuuming the same spot for thirty minutes while watching Twilight (not even freaking kidding, ask my boyfriend!). That is the extent of the cleaning we have witnessed. On top of that, we've been at the gym until 8:45 p.m., 15 minutes before closing and have not witnessed a single machine being cleaned...
***Normally, I would not be such a germaphobe, but a few years ago a co-worker of mine got a staph infection from using unclean equipment at her gym. It was freaking nasty and staph infections are pretty freaking dangerous!***
Another thing that makes me uncomfortable about Fitness 19: there are high school kids that are in there at all hours of the day having pissing contests and creepy guys that stare at chicks (the one or two who frequent). The staff is incredibly rude and mocked me the last time I came in because I asked about my membership card (that I still not have received after joining in Jan/Feb). All-in-all, it's hecka sketch.
My boyfriend and I are considering a switch to 24 Hour Fitness, which is a pretty big chain out west. I just need a change and my boyfriend is being pretty supportive about that, I guess. He is a little annoyed though that we've waited this long to switch. Sorry!
2. I don't want to work out outside. Everyone can see me and judge me. Look at that fat chick running like an idiot. Wow, her legs must be hungry because they're practically eating those shorts. Maybe if you didn't eat so much, you wouldn't be so fat.
I feel embarrassed when I go outside to run/walk because we live on a busy street and I feel as if I look completely stupid. I'm especially embarrassed when I pass other runners/walkers because I feel like they're really judging me because they're always in what appears to be tip-top shape. I understand it's all in my head and the hardest part is getting out of the door each day. Once I'm outside, I don't think too much about what other people are saying/thinking.
Also, something else that ties into #3, I don't want to announce to the whole house that I'm going to work out. I don't want them knowing my business or judging me if I don't appear to lose weight. I also don't want their two cents about how I
should be doing this, that, and the other.
3. I don't want to work out at home. I'm pretty self conscious at home because my boyfriend's parents have "talked" to me (more like lectured me on shit I could read in a magazine) about my weight. I love them, they love me; but they are know-it-alls. I understand their interest in my well-being (because that leads to the well-being of their son, etc.), but it doesn't come off as helpful.
I am a sensitive person who wants to feel accepted. I do not want to be mid-workout and have someone come home and watch me. Or laugh. Or anything at all. I don't want to be congratulated on working out or be told, "you're looking pumped" just because I went to the gym
once. I feel like you're making fun of me and it makes me feel even more self-conscious. If you care about me at all, don't bring it up. Just. Don't.
When you ask, "so how much exactly do you weigh?" and I tell you not to ask, saying "that much, huh?" is not the appropriate response. Unless you are my doctor, or, I'm consulting you about my weight, there is no reason whatsoever that you should feel inclined to ask. Yes, I am broadcasting my personal weight to the world via my blog, but that is a controlled environment where I feel safe. It in no way is an invitation for anyone to make me feel any different.
4. I'm always too tired, too busy, too... everything but motivated to work out. Most mornings I wake up and say, "Maybe today is the day" and I dream about going out into the big, big world and actually committing to getting fit. Oh, but I haven't had enough water. And I'm a little too tired, I should try to get 8 hours of sleep first. Maybe I should wait for Sean to get home? Oh, let me just do this first. It's too hot. I just ate (or, I just ate a big meal). Maybe I should eat something healthy first? I haven't ate yet today. All I've had are sugary snacks/sweets, I'll start over again tomorrow. You know what, today I'll splurge, tomorrow I'll get my rear into gear. It's okay, I'm starting a diet on Monday. I'll work out later, I wanna watch this show first. It's too dark/it's getting dark.
You have just read most of my excuses that I use on a daily basis. Yes, I used tv as an excuse! Yes, it is sad. The best part- we have DVR! That means I could watch my shows at any time of the day at any point of time in the week...
5. I am not in a good mental place right now. After typing up all this junk, I have realized that I'm not really doing myself any favors in the self-esteem department. I'm not crazy, don't get worried by the "mental place" part of that statement!
Part of this realization comes from my ability to recognize that I've been really bitter and resentful about a lot of things in the last few years. I'm not sure if this stems from jealousy or self-loathing of some kind, but I've noticed the change in myself and I don't like it.
The other part comes from knowing how I feel about my body image. I hate shopping for clothes. I am a size 18, which is not exactly a widely available size. I walk into a mall and think, "Maybe I'll get lucky and find something that fits." I think my growing size these last 4.5 years explains why I've shifted from strictly pants to mostly dresses, really. Most of the time, a dress is bigger and looser than the size on the tag, which makes me feel thinner and better about myself. Sometimes I see myself in the mirror and think, "what happened?" and I don't know how to get back from the point that I'm at now.
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BLAH! All this negativity in one post is so yucky. Look what I did about it:
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