While I most certainly do consider the gym “my gym,” I wrote a recent piece about how to be successful at the gym, as it’s been my second home for approaching fifty years. In that piece I wrote:

I’ve been obese. I won that battle. Exercise didn’t do it, Stef. That’s another article. Fit is fit is fit, has nothing to do with thin or slim. And, diets don’t work. All that matters is that you find what works for you.

I am increasingly appalled at what appears to be a trend that effectively says:

As a 67 year old athlete, one time fattie and cranky badass old broad who does adventure travel, I find it insulting that anyone, anywhere, for any reason has decided that folks who want to get fitter aren’t allowed in “their” gym because it offends their fucking sensibilities.

Wait a while, Sparky. Just wait a while. Because what your creator might have given you can’t last with abuse. People get bored with hard work.

My gym is my world. In it I respect the holy shit out of anyone who shows up and puts in the work. I’ve been one of those obese people. I know what it takes to beat that battle. My hat is off to you and anyone else who has the courage to show up. I know damned and good and well what that feels like.

Bottom line, Stef, don’t give the cretins permission to intimidate, shame or keep you from doing what you’ve chosen to do. Your life, your body, your choice, your journey, your hard work. It’s hard enough already. Don’t hand over your power to shitty people. And best of luck in “your” gym.

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