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Julianne Wotasik, The Fat Chick and NAAFA on the News!

I’m so excited to share with you a clip of an interview on Fox News in LA yesterday. Finally, a nice piece where we share our thoughts without a nasty comment or a smirk in sight. YAAAAAAY! This was an amazing experience and I MUST give a shout out to the amazing producer at Fox that put this together: Gerri Shaftel Constant. I feel so blessed that she made the effort to take our story in hand and shared it in such an intelligent and respectful way. This is a GOOD day!

Love,
TFC

Oh and here’s the evening recap with a longer video piece:

But won’t you lose weight if…?

At the San Bernardino Valley College screening of “Strong!”

Last night at the panel discussion after the screening of StrongI at the San Bernardino Valley College, I got asked a very common question.  People assume, that if I did a marathon or if I ate healthy or if taught aerobics, I would have lost weight.  And audience members were, as always, floored when I told them, yes I did those things and no I didn’t lose weight.  They usually follow this question with a tentative, “well you lost inches, right?”.  To which I usually respond, “well I didn’t get any shorter!”  Seriously, it seems very hard for folks to believe that a person can do healthy things, even extraordinary physical things and not get thin.  This seems to fly in the face of EVERYTHING that they’ve heard.  And I’m sorry about that. But it’s still true.

When I started teaching fitness, I went from very little exercise to over 4 hours per week.  Did I get svelte?  Did I get slim?  Nope!  When I bumped my teaching up to 9 hours per week, I lost somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 pounds and ended up with a ligament tear in my knee.  I gained one 3-pound pair of crutches for a net weight loss of 0.00.  While training for the marathon, I routinely walked and ran 15 to 20 miles per week.  Near the end it was well over 30.  And you know how much weight I lost? Zero. Zip. Zilch.  I felt better.  I was stronger and healthier.  And no doubt some of my weight shifted around a bit.  But the fact is, I didn’t get thin.

And here’s why that’s important.  Wouldn’t it have been a shame for me to have crossed the finish line of my first (and only) marathon feeling like a failure?  Can you imagine? Going 26.2 miles in one day without dying and feeling like a FAILURE?  Well that’s precisely what would have happened had I not learned to separate the concept of fitness from the concept of weight loss.  Since I wasn’t worried about losing weight, I can tell you that crossing that finish line was one of the most amazing moments of my life.

So that’s it.  That’s why I call myself The Fat Chick.  Because I think it is so very important to let fitness stand on its own as an accomplishment.  Because I want people to understand that not all folks who exercise look like fitness cover models.  A lot of them look an awful lot like me.  In fact, if you’d like to see some exercisers of size, don’t forget to hit the photo gallery of Fit Fatties which I developed in concert with the lovely and amazing Ms. Ragen Chastain.

And remember my little chicklettes, if you want to see what an athlete looks like, just check in the nearest mirror.

Love,

TFC

Feeling Poopy without Feeling Guilty

Over the last few days I haven’t been feeling very well.  I’m not saying this because I want you to feel bad for me and try to make me feel better.  (Well, okay maybe a little.)  After all I don’t have a man flu.  But as I was trying to get a little rest yesterday, I found myself thinking in a familiar pattern.

I started thinking, “Well maybe I’m not eating the right stuff and that’s why I’m sick.  Or maybe I’m not feeling well because I have too much repressed anger.  Maybe this is because I didn’t get enough sleep.”  And in my rambling way, I went on to think, “Maybe it’s nobody’s fault I’m sick.  Maybe I just AM.”

I remember now that I used to often think that if I lost weight I wouldn’t be sick any more.  I used to think that no matter why I was ill, it was my fault because I was fat.  And then for a while (like a minute) I got thin.  And you know what?  I still got sick.  And so did all of the rest of the thin people I know.

And you know what else?  While it’s a great idea to do everything you can to be healthy there are no guarantees.  You will still get sick from time to time.  While it can be tempting to believe that we can control whether or not we get ill we can’t.  We can give ourselves a good chance of being healthy by doing healthy things–but we are still likely to feel lousy from time to time.  And unless you’re talking about a hangover, or going without sleep for four days, you aren’t going to know exactly why and there isn’t much point worrying about whether or not it’s your fault.

It’s especially important to get this straight in our own heads because there are plenty of people out there ready and waiting to tell us that it’s our own fault for being sick or even that we deserve to be sick because we’re fat.  They rail about the costs we “add” to their health insurance.  Doctors do the slow, sad head shake and tell us that we wouldn’t “have this problem” (whether it’s strep throat or carpal tunnel syndrome) if we weren’t so darn big.  Our friends and family seize on every illness as “proof” that they are “right” about the fact we need to lose weight.  And before you completely lose your Zen and want to stop talking to these folks, let me remind you of something.  Remember when I said, it’s tempting to believe we can control whether or not we get ill?  Well it is.  It’s comforting to think that if we don’t drink too much and we don’t smoke and we don’t get fat and we eat our broccoli that we will never get sick and we will live forever.  We know intellectually and rationally that this isn’t true.  But who the heck is going around being intellectual and rational all the time?

The truth is that people get sick and while there are certain issues that make certain populations more likely and less likely to be sick, nobody knows for sure why we get sick when we do.  After all, one of the greatest risk factors for illness is getting older but I’m not sure the alternative is a health path I want to follow.

So my little chickadees, by all means eat your broccoli.  Sleep well and go out and play with your friends.  Do your best to manage stress and anger even when your friends and family drive you crazy trying to “help you lose weight”.  But when you get sick, and you will get sick at some point, my prescription is to stop worrying about who’s fault it is and just worry about feeling better.

Love,

The Fat Chick

Exercise Animals: Muscle Buildin’

Check out this little guy.  Clearly he’s been doing his resistance training to have created such magnificent biceps.  There’s lots of reasons to consider resistance (weight) training like: stronger bones, better sleep, better mood and better sex.  And of course, better “guns” (pew, pew)!

Speaking of biceps, I’ll be on a panel as part of a free screening of the movie “Strong” about Olympic Weightlifter Cheryl Haworth next week Tuesday in San Bernardino and the following Tuesday in Long Beach, CA.  More info coming soon!

Love,

The Fat Chick

Stuff That Weighs More Than Me: Largest Combined Olympic Weight Lift

Okay, so I”m cheating a little.  But the Olympic “combined”  weightlifting score is devised by adding the heaviest “clean and jerk” weight lifted to the heaviest “snatch” weight lifted for a single contestant.  The “clean and jerk” is a weightlifting move where the contestant first squats down and lifts the bar to shoulder level and then lifts the weight overhead.  The “snatch” is a weightlifting move where the contestant squats down and lifts the weight directly overhead without stopping at the shoulders.

Olympic gold medalist Hossein Reza Zadeh (The Iranian Hercules) holds World Records in both the clean and jerk and Olympic combined.  Here’s the stats:

Weight: Hossein Reza Zadeh: 358.5 lbs.

2000 Sydney Olympic “Snatch”  lift: 467.5 lbs (WR)

2000 Sydney Olympic “Clean and Jerk” lift: 572 lbs.

2000 Sydney “combined” lift: 1039.5 lbs.

Conclusion: Hossein Reza Zadeh’s Lifts Weigh More than Me.

Weight of the Nation: Five Techniques for Preserving Sanity Points

If you gotta watch it, you might as well get something out of it.

In my work with ASDAH and on the Health At Every Size(R) approach to wellness I’ve felt it my duty to watch HBO’s newest fat panic-mongering documentary “Weight of the Nation”.  Let me tell you, it can be a tough slog to get through this with sanity points intact.  It’s all there: the screaming about the “obesity crisis”, hand wringing and head shaking as folks ask, “What about the children?”, the headless fatties, the obligatory food porn shots, the mug shots of sad and distressed people of size.  It’s enough to make you crazy.  There’s a definite dearth of happy, healthy exercising fat people like those pictured on our Fit Fatties Forum.  Nevertheless, I felt I should watch this, so I can be prepared when my well-meaning friends, families, co-workers, bosses, and complete strangers feel compelled to share some little tidbit of “wisdom” from the show.  So I created a few special tools to help me get through this, and now I’m sharing with you.  To quote the amazing Ragen Chastain, I’m a giver.

Fat Panic Bingo: Just print out this handy FAT PANIC BINGO document, grab some bags of M&Ms and that fat panic video will just fly by.  Enjoy!

Dire Disaster Drinking Game:  Choose one or more of the items listed on the Dire Disaster Drinking Game game sheet and write it/them on index cards.  Every time one of the items on the card shows up on the screen, everybody has a drink.  (I usually suggest shots for this game, but given what I’ve seen so far, you and your guests will be under the table within 15-20 minutes.  Maybe a beer, with low alcohol content, will allow you to get through an entire episode.)

SECRET Word: Pick one or more of the words listed in Dire Disaster Drinking Game and let everybody in your group know what it is.  As you watch, every time the “secret word” is uttered everybody yells and screams.  This game is probably familiar to all of us who watched live morning television in the 80’s…

Target Practice: Who says that people of size should be the only targets?  Put a small piece of translucent tape at the exact center of your television.  Then give each person a nerf suction cup gun and give each person their own color of arrows (or do teams).  Every time the players get really annoyed, they can let the arrows fly.  At the end of the game the one with the arrow closest to the center, “wins”.  NOTE: Shoot objects at your television at your OWN RISK.  If you’re worried about your TV, just arm everybody with wadded up paper towels or folded pairs of gym socks.  Not as satisfying as suction cups, but probably safer.

Prove It: Pick one person to be the judge or the “referee”.  Every time somebody makes an unsupported assertion, the remaining players should yell “prove it”.  Whoever yells first each time, gets a point.  At the end of the game the points are tallied and the one with the most points is the winner.

I am working on some more sober and studious tools and plan to post them here as well.  But in the meantime, I’m hoping these five special games will help both you and me get through this thing.  Hang in there and hold on to those sanity points my little Chicklettes!

Love,

The Fat Chick

Being “Strong”

I was on a panel last night at a screening of Strong, Julie Wyman’s new documentary for PBS Independent Lens.  The movie chronicles the life and career of female Olympic medal-winning weight lifter Cheryl Haworth.  In the movie, we learn a lot about the work that Cheryl does to get her body physically ready to compete in the Beijing Olympics.  The movie also shares a great deal about the work Cheryl does mentally and emotionally not only to compete at the international level, but also to accept a body that in some ways, falls outside the societal ideal.

There are so many ways that Cheryl has to be strong.  She has to put a great deal of energy into the process of building a body that is capable of lifting hundreds of pounds over her head and holding it there until the buzzer sounds.  As she mentions early in the film, to compete at her level she depends on her body’s size because, “mass moves mass”.  She points out that when you’re hoisting a few hundred pounds over your head, a big butt gives you a distinct advantage.  Cheryl’s big body has truly taken her places.  She’s competed throughout the world, she’s appeared on national television, and she’s been revered as an American Hero from the Olympics podium.

But the in the same country that applauds Cheryl for her strength and dedication and power, it can be a real challenge finding a cute pair of pants that fit properly.  And Cheryl has to live in a world where those who see her walking down the street and don’t recognize her as an Olympic athlete are likely to assume she sits on the sofa and eats bon-bons all day.  All while coping with the rigorous training, disappointing injuries and wear and tear that comes with being a top competitor on the international stage in a truly demanding sport.  Strong?  Indeed!  And Cheryl handles it all with powerful determination, humor and brutal honesty.  In many ways, I’m not sure she recognizes her own strength.

So my little chicklettes, do you know how strong you are?  Do you have powerful muscles that allow you to bend and stretch and dance and lift?  Do you stride purposefully and powerfully through life?  Do  you hold your head up and get on with it in a body that in some ways fails to meet our society’s arbitrary standards of beauty?  In short, do you know your own strength?  I invite you to take some time today to both recognize and celebrate the myriad ways you are strong.  Record your feelings.  Write about them in a journal, draw them with crayons, or even immortalize them in Play-doh.  But take time to appreciate and know your own strength.  Because my dear chicklettes, you are probably far stronger than you think.

Love,

The Fat Chick

The West Wing and Moderately Sexy Exercise

Can we sell it? No! We need an idea!

I’m sure quite a lot of you have seen this tongue-in-cheek walking PSA video that went super mega viral today:

http://www.funnyordie.com/embed/3dc51a407a

I love this video for so many reasons, not the least of which is my deep love for the West Wing. (Although nobody I know loves this show more than Ragen Chastain.)  But another reason I love this video is it points out one of the real challenges of a rational, easy-does-it approach to exercise.  Moderation just ain’t that sexy.   In the video, which touts the benefits of moderate walking Joshua Malina asks, “Can we sell it?”  This is a question I ask myself every day.  And I think the jury is still out.

We’re constantly bombarded by images of exercisers doing totally amazing things like climbing mountains, doing Ironman races, swimming the English Channel and swinging from Giant Mushrooms.  There’s no doubt that this Phys. Ed. competitiveness has led me to some crazy things in my life (like my one and only marathon finish).  Add to this the millions of before and after pictures showing rock-hard, six-pack abs and super-model thin bodies wearing teeny-tiny, tight spandex outfits and going for a walk can seem like a real let down.

Fitness "Extreme Elimination Challenge" Style

People ask me all the time why I call myself The Fat Chick.  There are many reasons, but perhaps the answer I give most often is, “Because not everybody who exercises looks like a supermodel.  I want people to understand that some people who exercise a lot look just like me.”  And I think that’s a really important lesson.

For many of us being fit isn’t anything like what we see on TV.  Fitness is taking the dog for a walk in our sweats and flip-flops because it’s late and the little guy just needs to do his business already.  Fitness is impromptu dancing in the living room in our pajamas with the kids.  Fitness is not kind to a perfect hairdo and flawless makeup.  Fitness is sweaty, jiggly, floppy and slightly uncoordinated.  But real fitness is awesome just the same.

So my little chicklettes, here’s wishing you some plain old, silly, sloppy not entirely sexy but genuinely wonderful exercise experiences.  Go on out there and use what you got.

Love,

The Fat Chick

Exercise Animals: Moving on to Core Stabilizing

Situps are good for core stability.

Stuff that Weighs More than Me: Communications Satellite

The Iridium satellite at the Challenger Space Museum Cafeteria...

I ran into this bad boy in the cafeteria of the Challenger Space Museum in Peoria, AZ.  This shiny thing is a model of the Iridium Satellite created by Intel to service satellite phones, pagers and integrated transceivers over the entire earth’s surface.  Were it not busy keeping watch over the vending machines and bad sandwiches at the museum, this satellite might be managing up to 1100 concurrent phone calls.  Some of these bad boys have tumbled to earth and in one case, collided with a defunct Russian satellite the Kosmos 2251.  The debris from the spectacular explosion could apparently be seen from several US cities.  In any case, this thing is BIG. Here’s the stats:

OPERATING location: Low earth orbit–approximate height 485 mi and inclination of 86.4

CURRENT location: Nondescript museum eatery

Weight: Over 1500 lbs.

Conclusion: An Iridium communications satellite weighs more than me.