Curves Just Doesn't Work for Me
A Change in Eating Habits
I’ve come to realize that being fat is a lifestyle choice, not necessarily one made deliberately, but one that lightly creeps up on you and takes over. I may have said this before, but I can pinpoint the exact moment when my lifestyle changed. I was 23 years old and had started working with my mother. We were together three times per week and ate lunch together just as often. Whereas I was used to grabbing whatever seemed convenient (a cup of soup or a sandwich), my mother was accustomed to elaborate meals. She hadn’t been in the workforce for quite some time, and she and my dad had gotten into the habit of large, home cooked meals for lunch.
To accommodate her, I often drove us to sit-down restaurants (I used to eat in the break room at work) with plenty of tasty choices. These could range greatly from Mexican cantinas to Coney Islands – we were in Ann Arbor, Michigan, so the possibilities were endless. The point is, I went from eating very small, light lunches to very large, filling lunches in no time at all. As my meals grew, so too did my appetite. But I did nothing to offset this change in eating, and I began to pack on weight.
The Things We Do for "Love"
After Mom and I stopped working together, I would manage to lose 10 or 15 pounds here and there. But, after I married my second husband, those efforts went into the trash very quickly. He was demanding, and, to keep his temper in check, I gave into his every whim. He liked to eat fast food because it was cheap and quick. So, for almost four years, I ate fast food at least several times per week, sometimes even twice daily. It wasn’t until the last six or eight months that we were together that I finally stopped.
I can’t tell you how awful I felt during that entire marriage, both physically and emotionally. The fast food tasted good (at first) but provided absolutely zero nutrition, so I never had any energy. Moreover, I felt terrible about my appearance without the ability to change it. His wants, after all, came well before mine.
A Hectic Schedule
The best part about my life now is that I very rarely eat fast food. Maybe once every few months I’ll go to Arby’s. The others, however, are off limits. I’m stuck in another quandary, though, because my life is so hectic with the paper. And my membership to Curves, in all honesty, is worthless. Their hours are not designed with someone like me in mind. I would much rather stay up until midnight to work than wake at 5 in the morning. Curves' schedule, however, is designed in the exact opposite manner. The place opens at 6 am, closes from 1 pm to 3 pm and finishes the day at 7 pm. On most days, I’m ending all that I have to do at 7.
As soon as my membership runs out, I’m done. I can’t conform my day to those hours, and I’ve actually argued with the owner about this on several occasions. She truly doesn’t understand why I’m so busy, and I’m tired of trying to convince her. I’ve wasted a lot of money, but it was probably the only way I could learn that I don’t do well with gyms, period. In the winter, I won’t bother going because I don’t want to freeze as I change my clothes in a 30-degree bathroom. In the summer, I don’t want to have heat stroke as I slave and sweat in weather that is over 90 degrees.
So, the goal now is to find a way to change my lifestyle in a manner that suits me. No more gym memberships, that’s for sure. I’m still hoping to try the couch to 5K program, but that will have to wait until Michigan’s weather cooperates a little more (it’s snowing today).