If you’ve been following along (and geez, some of you have been here since the very beginning) then you’ll know that I don’t follow a ‘one-size fits all’ plan when it comes to health & fitness. Yes, there are certain hardcore truths about some things: but they don’t mean squat (pun) unless you’re willing to sign up for them. What works for one person, might not work for another. We’ve all got different biologies, personalites, preferences, tastes, support systems, finances etc. How can one model work for all? It doesn’t.
It truly bothers me when health experts, trainers, nutritionists and others, completely ignore that we are each individuals FIRST. They ignore the ‘person’ part of personal health. And they judge. They judge harshly. And that judgement doesn’t help their cause: all it does it make people feel badly about themselves and less motivated to change.
Case in point: food guilt. I can’t tell you how many of you express food guilt to me in my ask. Guilt over drinking a soda, eating fries, going over your calorie limit. Bah, relax! Feeling guilty does nothing, it’s not pro-active and you know what? You shouldn’t EVER be bullied into doing something you don’t want to do. Yes, you CAN make healthier choices. But you know that, at least most of you do. You don’t need to be looked down upon when you slip, make a bad choice, or don’t know any better. Experts should be there to show you your options, give you tools to help you make better choices and provide you with information when you ask for it. NOT judge you for drinking a diet coke. You are a person, you deserve respect. And feeling judged does nothing but push people away from (not towards) healthy living.
My goal has been, and will continue to be, to provide you with information, tools, fun stuff that you may or may not connect with. If it works for you? Great! If not, well maybe the next batch of posts will. But I try my best not to judge you: I’m here to provide you with MY advice, tools & resources I think you might like, have discussions, learn from each OTHER and maybe start a dialogue about loving ourselves a little healthier. You’ll come to your own healthy place in your own way.
Which is why when I saw this post this morning, I couldn’t WAIT to share it with you. It kinda blew me away, and expresses all the sentiments I shared above. See the excerpt below, but PLEASE click on her blog to read the rest!
Excerpt from Um…”Health” Experts?
Lately I’ve been kinda lack luster in the thoughts department but today something got me all riled up. I mean super duper riled up. It wasn’t the exact post per say but just the idea of “health” experts in general. Let’s see…how can I put it? How about this? I am sick and f*cking tired of all of these supposed health experts splashing their expert advice all over the internet with more of an interest in discrediting each other then in really helping those that they are supposed to be trying to help in the first freaking place. Oh and I believe those that they should be trying to help would be the average American. You know the ones…those that may be trying to eat healthier and exercise in a way to bring them to a healthy lifestyle but may not know how. Instead? All of these experts are so busy trying to prove all of the other experts wrong while winning the approval of other experts so they can wave the flag of “I’m so much f*cking smarter and better than all of the other people who think that they are smarter and better than the average American who we are supposed to be trying to help.”
According to some people, what this girl is doing is racist.
Yeah, I know.
Listen, I’m not big on planking but I appreciate the sensation it’s become. It’s easy, silly, a little stupid & universal. But racist? Honestly, between this (and a few tragic deaths), how much controversy can a stupid little game generate?
It seems that bloggers & Twitter users are up in arms about the origins of ‘planking’, which some claim has its roots in the slave trade. Slaves were often stacked, or shackled, in ‘plank’ position while being shipped to various destinations.
Even celebrities are getting into the debate.
Rapper Xzibit tweeted:
#Planking was a way to transport slaves on ships during the slave trade, its not funny. Educate yourselves… Dont get it twisted. I care less where your dumb asses lay face down and take pictures of the shit, I’m just telling you where it came from.
So here’s the thing: lying face down is not specific to slaves and planking in it’s current form (lying down for fun and taking photos for the internet) should not be correlated to the treatment of slaves hundreds of years ago. To do so is disrespectful to those slaves and exploiting a current craze to play an unfair race card.
Okay, I felt like a total insensitive asshole today.
Well, actually, Craig Ferguson made me feel like an asshole today. And he was right. I was being an asshole. To Charlie Sheen. And although he’s probably been an asshole to many a person in his day, I don’t know him and owe him an apology.
I love me a little crazy. Crazy people make the world go round. I’m crazy. Most of my friends are crazy. Crazy people go on limbs, are unpredictable, say the darndest things & take risks. They can make the boring suddenly interesting, make you think in different ways & are always good for a laugh, even when you don’t take them seriously. When I call people crazy, I say it with the utmost love. “Oh you. You’re so CRAZY.” Kisses.
Charlie Sheen has been my source of crazy for the last few weeks and I’ve been eating up every single bit of it. From his soundbites of gold (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve used the term Tiger Blood in the last 7 days), to his shameless self-promotion, to his (at times) refreshingly high opinion of himself, he’s seemingly unstoppable and keeping everyone glued. When he joined Twitter, I was as glued as I was when Kanye joined. I had to fight the urge to retweet every piece of comic gold. www.livingthesheendream.com has made it to my top ten almost every single day. I’ve re-blogged jokes at his expense and made him part of my Facebook status. And I laughed. I laughed friggin’ HARD at some of the things that came out of his mouth.
But here’s the thing: there’s crazy and then there’s mentally ill. It’s becoming increasingly obvious that Charlie isn’t crazy.
Craig Ferguson has a way of pointing out absurdity that’s both funny & poignant. A few days ago, he devoted a small bit of time to discussing Charlie. He did not use the term ‘Tiger Blood’, or ‘Adonis DNA’ or use the word ‘Winning’ at all. He didn’t want to. He didn’t think it was appropriate.
And he has a point.
This makes me sad. Sad, angry and disturbed enough to punch things.
I’ve got my opinions and I want to be very clear before I start that I do not think that being overweight makes you a bad parent. Hands down. Issues pertaining to the weight aside, in and of itself it has no bearing on your skills as a parent. We all do the best we can.
Disclaimer done. Now for my angry bit. I first heard this story awhile back, but haven’t been able to clarify my thoughts before. Read & share your thoughts on this story. (see video after the jump)
Donna Simpson is a lady & mom based out of New Jersey. She is on a mission to be fat. No, not a little chubby. Not even obese. I mean really, really huge. Her goal is to weigh one ton (1000lbs) and as far as she’s concerned, the bigger the better.