Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Being Weird

An oak tree greets the day along the Natchez Trace.

People think I’m weird.

I shouldn’t be shocked — I’ve faced that my whole life. But now that I’m really watching what I eat and exercising, folks REALLY think I’m weird.

And if the obesity statistics are correct, I am.  I’m a freak. But since I feel this good, I’m perfectly happy to be.  I’d rather be odd and healthy than normal and sick.

But I say this as a warning.  When you exercise, eat right, make good choices, people (even those who you love) will be (sometimes unintentionally) discouraging. You will be mocked for making good food choices. You will be offered stuff they know you won’t eat. You will teased. You will be questioned why you block out time in your schedule to work out.  If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard, “You ran? What was chasing you?” I’d have Thurston Howell money.

I’m even now hearing, “You’re too thin.”  I usually just smile on that one (I’m 200 freakin’ pounds — no one will mistake me for a stick).

Be weird. Be strange. Be different. Be healthy.  And if you ever get discouraged, let me know. We can be a two-person support group.

Today’s Run was four miles. I was exhausted when the alarm went off at 4:26 a.m. — I almost turned it off and slept until 5:15. But instead, I went out and ran.  I burned over 600 calories and was greeted by the sunrise you see in the photo.  My legs are very tired right now, but I’m glad I got up.  It was a choice that I’m glad I made.