Im honored to have Mary‘s musings up in herre today.
Ive met her in person and, believe me, she is precisely as kickass in person as she comes across on her blog.
Please to enjoy.
Once upon a time I lived in a dark and scary place called morbid obesity. I was unhappy and trapped and wanted out of my prison more than anything! So I embarked on a journey in order to reach the land of the skinny, the place I had always dreamed of while being locked up in my “fat prison.”
The journey was long and tough. My goal was to lose weight and I fought many battles in that noble effort, winning some and losing others. I fought and I fought, hoping to one day reach skinny. I knew that once I was skinny doors would open and my life would be everything I ever wished it would be.
Along my journey I met many characters. Some helped me and some hindered me. Some led me astray and wasted my time as I chased down dreams I thought would bring me closer to the land of the skinny, where they ate yet never gained and everyone could wear skinny jeans.
One character in my journey acted a little different than the rest. She handed out advice and encouragement plenty. She had muscles and tattoos and crazy rhyming skills too. She said things like she hoped I reached skinny, but got strong too.
Wait what? Strong? Huh?
That wasn’t what I wanted, not even close to what I needed! What was strong when I could be SKINNY? Was she kidding? Was I to abandon my weight loss dreams to actually BUILD muscle on my body?
I’d heard the rumors and read a few things, okay I knew it – building muscle was good for you. It even helped you lose weight faster. But I still couldn’t stomach doing the things to gain more body weight. So I inconsistently and half-heartedly played with weights to help me along, all the while still worshiping the almighty cardio that would lead me to skinny.
After a while I found myself lifting weights more frequently. And the muscles started building themselves without me trying. Then one day I realized … I liked it.
I realized I liked building muscles. I liked lifting heavier weights. I liked pushing my muscles to do things that couldn’t do before. I liked being STRONG more than I wanted to be skinny.
I realized being strong was cooler than being skinny, because strong girls could do anything they wanted.
I realized being strong would pay off in more ways than being skinny would, like helping me live better longer instead of becoming weak and frail.
I realized being strong has many benefits, like lifting things instead of being forced to ask for help.
I realized instead of trying to be skinny, I wanted to be strong.
So my realizations changed the destination of my journey. I’m still running from the dark and scary land I once lived in, and vow never to return there. But my destination is now land of the strong instead of the world of the skinny. And I’m quite happy about that.
Mary writes a healthy weight loss blog where she still talks about losing weight, but really she just wants to build muscles to stay strong and healthy.
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