Gym people, personal training, and other boring shit.

     I spent the past year working at a commercial gym as a Personal Trainer. I had always assumed that I would enjoy working at a gym; I love fitness, and I’ve spent an insane amount of time (stupidly) working out prior, so what’s better than just living at a gym?  As the saying goes “don’t meet your heroes,“ you realize their faults to them like anyone else, and you’ve spent so long idolizing them that they, in reality, can’t compare to the construction of your mind. Nobody and nothing is perfect not to sound nihilistic even though I always am (I’m whiny). I realized in the same sense “the perfect job” also applies. My attitude changed of those around me and the fitness industry itself. People will always be ridiculous in their own ways, and I think every field in life has their percentages. If I could label a gym setting with one word, I believe douchebag would be succinctly eloquent. This is not to say I had never been any one of these people or some other form. I almost feel like I suddenly became self-aware of my environment. These are my observations…

     The characters in a commercial gym are interesting. While working out can be fun, it is mostly a vain hobby in a sense. Everyone who steps foot into a weight room wants to look like a Greek statue; I should say most people. Some others have health issues they are determined to work through, but I know in the back of their mind they have the same wish to a certain degree. This is akin to asking anyone on the street “who wants to be rich?” Being male all my life, as I had never determined I was any other gender (shout outs to 2017). There is this hidden peacock game or an imagined hierarchy ladder in the setting. Guys show up in stringers with the dumbest gym phrases like “here to train” “train or shut the fuck up” or input any other string of barely intelligible words, and you have a gym T-shirt. I am not a fashion Nazi; any fourth grader can beat my closet. I am one step above wearing sketchers that light up when I step. I can still, however, recognize when something looks inherently retarded. A couple months ago, a memory that will forever be with me. I was training one of my clients and a man wearing an unbuttoned flak-like jacket with no undershirt wearing a fisher’s man hat was glaring at me. I had done nothing to this man, but I assume that he felt his need to assert himself to me since he was in better shape than me.  I’m glaring back thinking “dude you can’t look like a c minus backstreet boy dancer and be mean. You can’t look like you just left the Chippendale academy and act like a suicide bomber.” The unfortunate case this is never isolated incidents in gyms, something about being twenty-something and deadlifting raises everyone’s testosterone.

     Women are far worst although in a commercial gym. Women dress like what I would imagine an Amish strip club would be. Yes, I understand this is purposely done for attention and if you were to argue against that, I would also believe you think the earth is flat. I don’t see how you can justify a girl wearing shorts where quite literally half her ass is showing. While my English teacher would find that sentence extremely verbose, I don’t know how else to strongly communicate what I see. I don’t mind it although, I would encourage this more if I could. At the same time, it’s been dividing my attention that should be spent on my clients. Being twenty-six and single doesn’t help, I feel like the dog from the movie “up.”  I go from trying to explain a Bulgarian split squat to being lost in my mind in almost seeing an entire breast. The number of times I’ve muttered “Jesus” I assume my clients think I’m a devoutly religious man.  In group fitness classes women tend to be more cliquish, they band together and bully one another. Complaints from those bullied are endless and happen more often than I would imagine for those in their mid-thirties. I wish I could say something better to these women than just don’t go to that particular class or stop caring but it’s funny how high school-like drama still goes on.

     Social media and gym life go hand to hand. Social media is braggadocios in nature and gym goers love to show off, it’s like marshmallows and hot chocolate. A perfect combination or storm. I usually witness some spectacular feat with someone recording off to the side. The other day I watched someone alternate a power-clean with a rollout using the barbell. A power clean isn’t an insanely technical movement, but it isn’t something (in my humble opinion) you would want to stack on top of something else. When it comes to programming and diets, most people just follow the wrong type of person. Every gym idiot does not think overtraining is real unless you are on Vitamin S (steroid) you are otherwise limited by the number of weeks you can train continuously. A lot of people don’t seem to understand after X number of weeks your body takes a much longer time to recover than your first week. This will continue until your body stops recovering altogether and your performance after stagnating hits a decline.  Everyone wants to look like someone the follow-on their Instagram, but everyone forgets those people usually have other factors that contribute to the success.

     I still love my job; I love interacting with people who want to make a change in their lives. It makes me reflect on my life and the goals that I keep dreaming about but never take action towards. It’s been fascinating to see people’s different levels of motivations and drive. It’s been enlightening to try to work with those who struggle even with sometimes the frustration I experience when I don’t get met half-way. Sometimes you do a great job with someone other times you do a piss poor attempt. I think it comes with the territory. You need the bad to contrast the good I guess.


Fat acceptance

What the fucking fuck.

Hello America, its your favorite allegedly black man and chances you are in love with me don’t worry we can date.

I haven’t wrote in a long time but this topic of interest compelled me so much that I felt the need to log on to my nearest computer to express my thoughts on a subject that isn’t brought out enough, I should say actually a point of view although I’m sure that many feel my sentiments in these next few sentences.

Fat acceptance is probably one of the most ridiculous movements I have ever heard in a long time, and let me get one thing clear it’s never right to treat people like shit based on looks. Although, equally its not fucking right to try to spread delusions such as fat can be healthy. Unless of course you don’t count heart disease, stroke, pregnancy issues, depression, sleep apnea, cholecystitis and many more. Trying to spread disinformation to make yourself feel better is doing a disservice fuck, injustice to the youth of America today.

Look I had been on both sides of the coin I had been fat as well, when I was younger I would find some sort of excuse for it like my metabolism was bad, that I was big boned, and various other bullshit excuses for me to escape my own reality. Truthfully, I was just fat and found physical activity undesirable so the next reasonable thing in my mind is that I go bulimic and lose the weight. I definitely lost tons of weight, I was also definitely not in a good place besides the fact that I was constantly tired still hungry and my mouth always tasted like vomit. Shortly after I gained all that weight back and more, how awesome right?

Then 2010 happened some major changes in my life occurred and I was actually forced to conduct physical activities. I lost the weight and felt better not only that but I had even began to start enjoying being physically active, a couple years later I started attending gyms and partaking in weight training fell in love & became addicted to the life style.

Nothing worth having is ever easy and life is never fair don’t expect to bend this outlook on “society” because you don’t want to change. Yes, you don’t owe it to anybody but you do owe it to yourself and if you can’t recognize that I fail to see how you do respect yourself. That might be just my issue but the fact of the matter is I have been on that side.

Notice in the image above the woman who posted that Facebook status called the two girls sluts immediately after noticing they themselves weren’t large girls. How is that not as judgmental as the treatment I hear so often on the other side of the bridge? The sad part is there’s thousands of examples of these circulating around the internet. If you want to be fat & proud thats okay go forth and be merry but don’t do that in expense of putting others down, all that shows is your own insecurities about yourself.

So now what?

If you’re still reading and this applies to you I have few places to start if you’re willing and you must be willing.

Set up goals… your goals should be non-cosmetic I find that when people typically want to work-out to look good they typically stop when they start looking better, and then they are back to where they started.

Ask, ask, ask… don’t be nervous to ask questions to people who obviously know what they are doing, and observe what other people are doing. To this day I still learn new ways to work out different muscle groups and new ways of thinking.

Don’t be afraid of looking stupid everybody looks stupid when they are whole heartily engaged in anything. Lose sense of yourself put on headphones and listen to some good music, or a podcast get yourself immersed in what you’re doing. Most of the time everybody else is too busy to pay attention to you.

Lastly as cliché as this sounds have fun with it nobody says it has to be shitty, do things you enjoy whether that is running, lifting, swimming, or biking just know you get out what you put in. If you put in half ass attempts you’ll get half ass results don’t cheat yourself when it hurts and it’ll pay dividends in the future.

J.Cole – Losing My Balance