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Thursday Theater: Cats and Treadmills

Okay, here’s the reality. I love exercise, but I don’t love every form of exercise. I love dance classes and I love walking outside and I love cross country skiing. But when it comes to the treadmill, I have a feeling very much like the cats pictured above. “Hit it! HIT IT!” I hate the treadmill with a deep, abiding passion. And for me, even five minutes on that thing can feel like torture.

That’s why it’s so important to explore different kinds of exercise before you get too deeply involved in an exercise program. If the only exercise I ever did was on a treadmill, I would say that I hated exercise. And if the only exercise I could ever do was on a treadmill, chances are, I would quit. Because I HATE the treadmill.

That’s why I often say, that exercise is kinda like sex. If you hate it, chances are, you aren’t doing it right. You need to try different things, sometimes a LOT of different things until you find the one that is right for you.

So my little Chicklettes, be bold and adventuresome! Try a new form of fitness in the next few weeks. Who knows, it may become your favorite. If not, you can always smack it like the kitties do.

Love,

The Fat Chick

Exercise Animals: I Cannot Tell a Lie…

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A kitteh haz to do what a kitteh haz to do…

Sure, I did some exercise today. I taught my class, and it was super fun and awesome. But sometimes you just need some pizza. I did that too. Went to Zelo, pretty much the best pizza place EVAR and had a slice. It was heaven. So my little chicklettes, I highly recommend that you get regular exercise. I ALSO recommend that you get a piece of pizza pie every now and again too. Cuz’ when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that’s amore. And amore means love. Which is what I feel for you, and, er, pizza.

Love,

The Fat Chick

Is Exercise Sexy?

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The Shake Weight demonstrates the sex/fitness connection, sort of, well not really…

I saw one of those ads for athletic shoes the other day. You know, one of those ads where a perfectly shaped pert little body, glistening just so with perspiration shows a sexy godess of fitness–and I burst out laughing. I was giggling because I thought about how different that particular view of fitness is from fitness in my actual, real life. First of all there is no low mood lighting with special spotlights to highlight the shape of my rear end. I don’t, as a rule, casually drape a perfectly white fluffy towel over my shoulders. There’s no semi-pornographic, oom-chicka-mow-mow music playing where I work out. And there’s nothing that glistens, glows, or gently shines, because girlfriend, I SWEAT. And I think it’s pretty unrealistic that any amount of exercise is gonna make me look like that chick in the advertisement (even if I had the ARMY of stylists and digital re-touchers she’s working with). So I asked myself, given the huge yawning gulf between the advertising view of fitness and what exercise looks like in my world, is exercise sexy?

Well, I think exercise can be really sexy, but not usually in the way depicted on television. I think it can be sexy when it’s a kind and wonderful thing that I do for myself. I don’t think exercise as punishment is particularly sexy (even in a S&M sorta way). But I think the way that exercise makes me feel, is sexy. For example:

Improved Self Esteem–Feels Sexy

Stronger Body–Feels Sexy

Better Sleep/Better Rested–Feels Sexy (and more likely to be awake for sex)

Better Stress Management–Feels Sexy (and a lot more in the mood for sex)

And when you come right down to it. Research indicates that people who exercise regularly have better sex lives. So is exercise sexy? Yes, YES, OH GOD YES!!!!! Just don’t expect it to look like it does on TV.

Love,

The Fat Chick