Monthly Archives: March 2015

Living Fit Mommy: Same Hell, Different Devils

I’ve noticed something over the years: a fair number of people, who are trying to lose weight, don’t think much of people they consider to be “fit”. 

For some reason, those people feel that fit individuals have it made: they aren’t struggling to see the scale go backwards, to fit into a pair of skinny jeans, or to pass up (insert fast food joint of choice here) something quick and easy in favor of a home-cooked “clean” meal.

In short, the “struggle” simply isn’t as real for the fit as it is for those just starting out. 

While it’s true we are all in different places–both in our fitness journeys and our approach to daily living–we still share one commonality: a desire to be healthier.

Fitness is a lifestyle, and it’s important to be respectful of both the person who has the courage to begin that journey and the person who sticks with it long enough to reach their own personal level of success. 

Neither is easy to do.

Ya know, motorcycle riders have a subtle way of saying “I see you” when a fellow rider passes them on the highway–they “wave”. It’s a way of showing respect for the culture of riding and for the rider. It’s awesome to see such camaraderie in that moment–a perfect stranger giving another a shoutout; awesome. 

While there is no “wave” of sorts for those mutually living the fit life, there is a way of showing respect for a person who has dedicated their life to changing and progressing their body: it’s by being supportive and positive whenever you encounter one another.

Don’t talk negatively, don’t eye each other in a hateful or disrespectful manner, don’t judge, and don’t belittle whatever efforts they’ve made towards positive change.

If you can do nothing else, silently show respect for the discipline it takes to live that life everyday–challenges, setbacks, and all–and, when possible, support and give props to those who’ve maximized those efforts and attained a level of success for remaining true to their regimen.

More importantly, remember that although we may not all look the same or be at the same place in our journeys, the aforementioned “struggle” is no less real.

Same hell. Different devils. Same game. Different levels.