I have started exercising at Planet Fitness but the hardest part of losing weight for me is that society uses food for almost ALL social gatherings. Everywhere you turn someone has created an event around eating. For normal people this is no big deal but for people like me who LOVE food this is like putting a loaded gun in a suicidal person’s hand. You are daring us to pull the trigger. “Go’on, it’s just one Whopper”. To you it’s one whopper. To me it’s a bullet to the heart. These are the things I hear related to eating; “Hey, let’s go to breakfast, lunch, dinner, my treat” or “want some Krystals. I’ll get you a sackful”. Think about that for a second, a sackful. Isn’t that how a horse is fed?
How about this, “We are having a birthday BBQ for a newborn.” I mean c’mon, who has a BBQ for a newborn? The kid hasn’t even tasted a rib yet, a breast yeah but not a rib. How you know the baby gonna even like it?? My favorite statement though, “Just order a salad at the restaurant.” Like I told the NP at the doc’s office two weeks ago, “DO I LOOK LIKE I’MA ORDER A FREAKIN SALAD?”
No matter where I go there is food. Every street has some type of fast food, sit down food or quicky mart food. You used to be able to stop, get gas and leave. Now folks got feeding stations right next to the gas pumps. “C’mon big man. I got them juicy ribs for you”. What’s crazy is Planet Fitness has a pizza party once a month AND tootsie rolls on the desk daily. You walk out the door and not 50 feet away is a deli and grocery store. I’m confused….Is this Planet Fitness or Planet FATNESS?
I’m getting my haircut and there are people walking into the barber shop with “momma’s homemade pies” or how about the watermelon pimp who walks right up to you while hair is falling all around. Dude, how do you expect me to eat watermelon while getting my haircut?!?! I don’t like hairy watermelon!!! Farrakhan even got them BEAN PIE hustlers that run up to your car at the traffic light. “As-salamu alaykum Brother.” Really?!?!?!? OH you meant PEACE be unto you. My bad. "Salami Bacon to you too."
Every day I walk into Planet Fitness and get on a bike. I ride the bike for 14-15 miles and go nowhere all the while looking at a TV with ads for food. So now I am sweaty, hot and drooling. Oh look, Carrabas has a 2 for $20 deal. Stupid ad got me wanting a steak or maybe some pasta. Can’t wait to get out of here and go home to my…..salad and water.
Please understand that food for me is like meth to a meth head or crack to a crack head. Can’t relate?? OK how about this. Food to me is like a cigarette or cigar (maybe some weed??) to you. Food to me is like that twelve pack of beer or that bottle of Henny you buy to “TURN UP” after work. You may be able to control your eating but what about you’re other vices? In other words, don’t judge me.
I lost a friend to a heart attack. He was obese. I don’t know if that is what made the heart attack happen but from my side of it I don’t want to find out. SO I have to lose 100 pounds and to do that I have to ignore your offers of food. I have to ignore the pizza, tootsie rolls, and TV ads. At events I have to sit somewhere away from the foods I like so as not to succumb to food pressure. I have to eat salad, fruit, veggies and drink nothing but water. I have to exercise because my life depends on it. So forgive me if you feel like I don’t want to be around you. It is not you. It’s the food.
Question…..if you knew someone was a drug addict or alcoholic would you offer them their vice? No? Then please stop trying to feed me.