Thursday, July 29, 2010
I read a great blog entry on Spark People about not concerning yourself with what other people think. Actually, the main topic was wearing a bathing suit when you are overweight but it lead to the main point that you just have to do your own thing and say phooey on what others may think.
I agree with that. I had an epiphany a few weeks ago and posted it on my Facebook page as a status update: “If you spend all of your time worrying about what others think, you’ll have less time to spend with those whose opinion you do care about”. Not the most eloquently worded piece of advice but it makes sense to me. My epiphany happened after I’d finished a 2 mile walk/jog during my lunch break. It was an unusually mild weather week and I took advantage of it to have an outdoor workout. After my walk/jog, I flopped down under a shady tree to stretch and drink my water. For a split second, I thought “What will people say when they drive by and see me sitting here, red faced and guzzling water?”
Then I realized, I didn’t really care what people thought. That was my epiphany.
When we are overweight, we are self-conscious. We tug at our shirt tails to pull them down over our broad backsides. We avoid swimming pools. Because we care what other people think. Then when an opportunity to make ourselves healthy comes along, we let others interfere with that too.
“What will they think if I say no to dessert?”
“I don’t want anyone to see me running.”
“I can’t lift weights with all of those muscle heads around me”
It’s hard to change your lifestyle. It’s hard to be the one ordering grilled chicken while everyone else has a slab of ribs. It’s not always fun to go to bed early so that you can make your AM workout. It might make you different. It might make you stand out. But guess what? You were different already when you were overweight. Isn’t it better to be different for a good reason?
I remember a friend telling me about a larger man who ran every day. Everyone noticed him. I’m sure more than a few had snide remarks to make. Sadly, I’m sure a few yelled them at him as they drove by. “He kept running,” my friend said. “And suddenly, he was getting smaller and smaller and I’m sure now people wonder what happened to the fat guy.”
I’m sure it was hard for this guy to get out and run but he did his thing and it paid off. Our health is ours and we can’t let others bully us out of improving it.