Big Fat Deal!

by DavalosMcCormack on September 15, 2008

Dear Diary,

Last week, after playing squash with Kevin, I was walking past the gym lobby and noticed a few people crowded around a little machine taking turns measuring something.  Since I am perpetually curious I stopped and watched as one by one folks stood on the machine and held on to 2 handles.

The gal running the machine asked if I wanted to get my body fat percentage measured.  Well, 2 years ago I had it  done and I was measured at 23.5 %, which was translated as, fit and active.   So I felt pretty good about getting it measured because I have continued to be active, doing weights, playing squash, walking a lot, and being in general good health, for crying out loud, I have a blog about Health!  I’m healthy, I’m strong, and gosh darn it, people like me! Well, get this…
I got on the that stupid scale.  The woman running it had a very nice manner, she was 30ish and dressed in a matching athletic yoga pants and top which revealed a slim fit body.  She smiled and chatted as I innocently climbed aboard.  I had just played a hard game of squash, let us say, I was not the image of cool.  My shorts did not match my top and my top was wet with sweat from the game, in fact, nothing matched except my shoes and one was stained brown from an unfortunate incident with a cup of coffee.  My hair was sweaty and bedraggled, and I was clearly the oldest person in the entire lobby.  Let’s just say, I was not at my attractive best.

The vivacious, knowlegable, “young” woman blithely talked about how the machine worked and instructed me on holding the handles correctly.  I felt a little vibration running up my arms and legs.  I work out on a regular basis, I don’t care that my clothes don’t match, I am woman, hear me roar, and all that,  but I must have done it wrong, because when I got my “Body Fat Index” it said,  29.0 body fat!

You should have seen the gal’s face change from chipper, chatty Cathy, to well, let’s just say she looked at the little piece of paper and after taking in the “bad” news, she glanced up at me  with sad concern on her face, and with a soothing voice,  and in earshot of everyone gathered around the machine, she said, “Hmmm, well,” – pause, pause, dripping empathetic pause,  “we like to have the body fat  for an active fit person in the  24.5% range.  “Don’t worry, sometimes, when you do the same workout day after day your body gets used to the routine and you don’t burn the calories as effectively as you used to.  I’m starting a class at 6:30 Monday and Wednesday mornings, maybe you’d like to join?  How’s your diet?  Do you eat well?”

I felt like I was right back at the beginning, when I first started exercising on a regular basis.  I’ felt like I have to start all over again.  How do you like that! Here you are going 4 to 5 days a week, sweating, working out and it’s “not enough”.

So, my friends, I took charge right away.  Cut the bread, cut the carbs, no sweets, no dressing on the salad, and NO ice cream! Unfortunately, I don’t eat ice cream anyway, not much bread and rarely any sweets.  So I’m going to cut out burritos, and empathetic eating, you know, the eating you do when someone brings over a special treat, just for you, just this once, oh it’s just a little bite.

One thing I’m not going to do.  You will not see me at the 6:30 AM class.  I don’t have the clothes!
I’ll let you know what happens.

yours truly,

Shirl

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