Excuse the interruption in blogging, but I was not feeling well. I have not been sick in over 1 year, but wow!
So, to those of you who are graceful enough to read on, just a reminder that this is a blog by a guy who lost 150+ Lb and is still dealing with some of the excess “fat mentality.”
In holding consultations with people who are overweight, there are always common isms and denominators. While sitting in my office, any time such a person would have to rise from their seat, they would automatically (I noticed this more in females), and immediately reach for whatever long blouse, or track jacket they were wearing and pull it down so as to cover the butt they were so self conscious of. Other isms included; pulling shirt away from stomach while seated and sucking gut in til the face discolours.
I actually understand this all to well.
As I trained fitness consultants this week, I spoke to them about what an overweight person usually feels upon entering a gym… but we’ll leave that for another blog. I did instruct them however, to not take an overweight person out onto the gym floor in front of everyone and make them do crunches. I set that ground rule out because I remember full well what it felt like to have my flab bounce and undulate from side to side, as my main preoccupation became: GRAB YOUR SHIRT AND PULL IT DOWN so no one can see this happening.., your wildly flailing fat!
Following that consultant training, I had a chance to address the staff at Club 54 Fitness, where I am operations manager. Among other things, I gave a brief version of the horrible experiences I endured as a result of having been so overweight. The story ends with me having lost all that weight, having kept it off for over a decade, and becoming highly successful in the fitness field and in helping people overcome their obstacles.
When I had finished on a high note, there was applause. I mean, here is living proof that fat can be beaten, right up there on stage. I bowed graciously and thanked everyone.
Know what I did as soon as I was done?
I pulled my slick Nike track jacket down as far as I could to cover by (no longer existant) gut and butt.
Go ahead and laugh. I sure did