by cheekypinky in Uncategorized Tags: body dysmorphia, body image, crossfit, eating disorder, exercise, Fitness Positivity, Treadmills are Boring, WOD, Workout, workouts, Yeah I Workout, Your body is awesome

(A preamble to my preamble:

I’ve had a lot of fitness blog visitors (hey, there!) recently,

and I noticed that several of them tend to slide into the guilt/shame/smug trifecta

that is unfortunately common in our current culture.

This is a clarification of why I do what I do.)

I do not work out because I want a perfect body.

Ain’t no such thing.

I do not work out because I feel guilty about eating a piece of candy.

I do not berate myself for eating bread.

Bread is delicious, motherfucker.

Or it is a delicious motherfucker.

Take your pick.



I do not and will not restrict my eating for anything other than an allergy.

I will not call foods “bad” or call my behavior “bad” if I choose to eat a piece of pie.

It is a choice, and that is all.

I do not make “guilt-free” foods.

I do not go on juice fasts to “detox” my body–what the holy hell is that,

I can’t even.

Demonizing entire food groups is foolish and unbalanced,

and if you’re wondering why so many women have eating disorders,

in large part, it’s because we are shamed about *everything* we put in our mouths.

(Even salad! “Oh. Salad. You know, that type of lettuce has like, no macronutrients.”)

I will not take part in this.

I do not and will not weigh-in.

(Seriously. You don’t want to get me started.)

I do not work out because I need to fit into my wedding dress.

My wedding dress will fit *me*, not the other way around.

I do not work out because I’m a bad person if I don’t.

I do not work out because my body fat percentage isn’t where it “should” be.

I do not run on a daily basis because I hate running.

It makes me miserable.

My cardiovascular fitness will benefit just as much from sprints and walking.

I do not work out because it’s the thing to do.

I work out because it makes me strong.

I work out because it lifts my mood.

I work out because I get to spend time with my chosen family.

I work out because I’m doing the Zombie 5K in a couple of weeks.

I work out because growing stronger keeps my eating disorder at bay.

I work out because I have a desk job, and purely sedentary living hurts my body.

I work out because I can change water jugs at the office.

I work out because functional fitness is awesome.

I work out because it is satisfying to pound out a set of burpees.

I work out because I refuse to give in to fragility.

I work out because it makes me better at my crazy circus classes.

I work out because I enjoy it.

Guilt only creates resentment.

Delight will last for a lifetime.

We need to delight in our bodies and their abilities.

No more shaming.

Not yourself.

Not someone else.

Our bodies are incredible.

Now go celebrate that shit, however you like best.