I'm getting back into exercise, especially in this nice weather (sorry, America, but some of us are having nice weather). One of the books I have mentioned something about giving yourself permission to be unattractive while exercising, so I took that to heart as I hit my knees and smacked my face into concrete while running after a birdie (speeder) playing speedminton. And I took it to heart again several hours later when we were playing again and I bent my knee backwards and fell on it again. Then general soreness prevented us from going to the opera today. What joy.
I love that my doctor doesn't look at me and say in a serious voice, "You know you're BMI is too high, right?" as though this were breaking news. In fact, my doctor hasn't even mentioned my weight (260 lbs) once. We're working with real crap like my cholesterol, which, at last check, was 7 points too high. And she tells me to get some exercise a few days a week.
Some people on Amazon commented on certain books that it must be lucrative to tell fat people that they can be healthy at their current weight. Consider that weight loss is a billion dollar business. Hmm.