I nearly fell out of my seat when I discovered that a new favorite blogger, City Mama, is hosting a Wii Fit Giveaway! The challenge? Submit an embarrassing fitness story. Surely I had one of those.
Upon thoughtful reflection, I believe the most embarrassing detail about my exercise habits are that I do not exercise. Sure, I get exercise – I work on my feet 8 hours a day, I try to walk instead of take the subway, I take the dog out, my apartment is a 4th floor walk-up… I’m sure this counts.
And to be fair, I’ve given it some goes:
High School was fitness walks with friends & cigarette breaks, a personal trainer with my mom, and Sweating to the Oldies.
All I need is to hear “Hot town, summer in the city, Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty ..." and the moves come flooding back. In college I’d come home on breaks and spend an hour running (okay, fast-ish walking) the treadmill in the basement at my parents house, watching Sopranos, getting hungry for ziti, trying desperately to run back in time to erase the all-you-can-eat heart damage of the campus cafĂ©.
Putting aside failed attempts, deep inside I feel like I could be an “exerciser”.
I want it, my heart wants it.
I love the sound of my voice saying “I’m off to do Yoga” or “I’m starving, I did a 2-hour hip-hop class this morning”, but really, eh.
No time, no drive, no confidence.
What’s my issue?
Exploring this thought like any good therapist would, I have found, like any good problem, that it is routed in my childhood.
I was a little pudgy in the years before puberty.
I possessed a love for Lay’s Ruffle potato chips and cheese sandwiches like a young girl loves a Barbie. This being realized as a key component to where it all went wrong. . .
I had been hearing some whispers between my mom and my grandma one summer, much like the whispers between parents when Christmas is on the horizon. Secrets, excitement, a trip to the mall. . .
we’re in the movie store (remember when they had those at the mall?)…
I get a present. Is it Christmas?
NO. NOT. AT. ALL.
Yup, that’s right, Dance Workout with Barbie!
While they never told me I was fat, I did hear a lot of “this’ll be fun!”.
I guess it did star Jennifer Love Hewitt. . .


















