I really wish my exercise instructor ladies would not try to food-shame me around the Holidays. Let me preface this by saying that I love my exercise studio. The classes are efficient and effective, and I'm not asked to breathe painful memories from my thighs or massage my bowel with the Pavanamuktasana (real name) pose.
Anyway, about 3 weeks before Thanksgiving, several of the instructors started trying to make all of us either die or puke in class. ALL of the instructors mysteriously added an additional round of cardio. I had nightmares about burpies. Then, one of the kinder, more nurturing instructors admitted that they had all gotten together and decided that, because of the holidays, they should take it up a notch in order to help us combat "all of our holiday weight gain."
Nice sentiment (I guess?), but I'm really just kind of over people/lady mags/exercise instructors/morning shows talking about this as if it's a real thing. Let's be real: maybe this was a thing in Pilgrim times when people were eating corn and acorn mush on a daily basis, and then seriously FEASTING when it was peace time with the Indians (that's how it happened, right?).
But come on you guys. We're m-f'ing obese Americans. Does a day of home-made stuffing and turkey really make a huge difference? Our average restaurant meal is like 1000 calories. Do your exercise instructors add extra cardio during Cheesecake Factory season? I would wager that for many Americans, that Holiday meal is actually healthier than their order at a restaurant.
So yes, please stop shaming me over "holiday weight gain." I have no problem getting my ass kicked by you, lady instructor. In fact, that's what I'm paying your for. But my slice of apple pie is my choice, and I don't want to hear about it from you.
This also applies to any mention of bikini season. I exercise because it's good for me and keeps me sane, not because I will ever look good in a bikini.
Rant over. Thanks for listening.
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