Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Treadmills and Trainers (the personal kind).

Every Tuesday, I send "Tuesday Tips from your Trainer" out to my personal training clients.  These usually entail subjects such as: "Eat 80% of the food on your plate and leave 20% alone, healthy snack ideas to keep near your desk, simple movements to burn more calories throughout the day, etc."  Today, having completed 8 weeks of a 10 week program, I decided to focus on the health aspect of training as opposed to the outward appearance aspect that so many of my clients (and Americans in general) crave to change.  In a society where a size 2 woman is worshipped and a size 14 (the actual average size of an American woman) is scoffed at there must have been some misconstruing along the way.  Now, I'm not condemning you if you are naturally a size two. It's not about a number on the scale or on the tag of your clothes.  It's about helping people find a healthy size for themselves, making sure their hearts stay ticking strongly in order to keep up with their grandchildren, aiding in the diminishing of the obesity and cardiovascular disease statistics, and helping people reach fitness goals that they never thought possible while learning to love being active. It's not about seeing how little you can eat in a day, it's about properly fueling your body to perform at its optimum level. Strong is the new skinny. What good is fitting into a size 2 pair of jeans when you can't even play in them for fear of passing out?  Society is projecting a skewed version of beauty onto each little girl to the point where they find Barbie to be an (impossibly) attainable "role model", they can't leave the house without makeup at age nine, and they feel a serious pressure to fit into a certain mold.  It's time to alter the stubborn American mindset, and that, my friends, can start right there with yours truly: 

Forget every downfall. Forget every heartbreak. Forget every comment that has ever whispered past your ears to tell you otherwise. Forget every person who has made you feel inadequate. Forget every supposed flaw. Forget every glance in the mirror that has ever made you feel insufficient. Someone would not have the audacity to walk into the Louvre museum and start critiquing Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa for all to hear. So who are we to critique the ultimate artist, the Creator, Himself?  Each and every one of us is one of His masterpieces, made in His own image. To think otherwise is intolerable. Looking to wordly definitions of beauty has created a narrow view of what is considered perfection; a downfall that society has unfortunately engrained in our brains and has spread like a deadly pandemic. Stop listening to what the jealous and insecure say. Stop conforming. Stop looking to magazines and media and sucking in your stomach. Stop staring with angst at the next girl in flashy stilettos to come clacking into the room. Stop the obsessive evaluation that takes place in the mirror on the daily. Or the hourly. Or the minutely. Stop avoiding eye contact with other people because you think you won’t measure up to their standards of beauty. Gaze back boldly because you have no reason not to. Enjoy what makes you unique. Freckles? Rock those suckers as a reminder of the lazy, summer sunshine and the way they get intensifed as the day goes on. Glasses? Your IQ is about 30 points higher in the eye of the beholder. Braces? You’ll have a smile that rivals those in the Crest toothpaste commercials once those train tracks are removed. A little love handle action? You are a woman. So what?  You’ve got some child bearing hips…big deal?! A big butt? Obtained through hill training for your first marathon and multiple sets of lunges and squats. Thunder thighs? Strong. Powerful. Muscular. Independent. Take-charge-kind-of-legs. Enough said. Imperfection is beautiful. You appear the way you do because that’s the way God knit you together within your mothers’ wombs. You are intelligent. You are talented. You have the ability to change peoples’ perceptions of yourself. You are who you are. And YOU. Are. Beautiful.

And now I will step off of my soapbox for the day...


  1. When is the book coming out? ;) Or maybe start a mentoring group with about 500 of the nearest teenagers?

    1. As soon as I can find a buyer who would want to publish, I'm on it :)