Let’s say I came to you desperate to lose weight, but I wanted you to guarantee that I could do it without moving even one tiny little bit of a muscle.
I hope you wouldn’t lie to me and tell me it would be impossible. Or even difficult.
I hope you’d tell me that I was in luck, that every day countless people all over the world are losing weight and not lifting even a tip of a finger. For prolonged periods of time. That the success of what you could offer me was well-documented.
I hope that what you what you would caution me about, would be what could happen once I was able to start lifting my fingers again.
(Because you’d remember that is where I told you the trouble always started.)
Even though it’s probably not normal to envy people in comas, during the time in my life when I felt like the only time I wasn’t eating was when I was sleeping, being knocked out seemed exactly like one of those really good ideas at the time.
(Ok, depending upon how long it took, maybe I would have lost a pretty significant chunk of my life along with the weight, but priorities, people.)
That’s why I hope when I woke up – ecstatic – you kept your word, I moved not even a muscle and look at me now! you would tell me the truth.
“Exercise can be of great benefit to your physical and mental well-being, but is of zero consequence to what you weigh.”
Because that’s important to wake up to.
I hope you’d prescribe me this before I left your care.
“Have fun with your body and do what you love to do in it.”
What would you enjoy doing even if the ‘calorie burn’ didn’t matter?
(Because it doesn’t, and you’ll miss out on what does matter about it if your focus is on that.)
Consider that you never yelled to your parents as you ran out the door to play that you were doing it to maintain your girlish figure.
That you never looked up how many calories you burned riding your bike or running the streets or swinging along.
Refill and enjoy as necessary.”
Since this would be all new to me, you would understood that I might be worried about how I was going to maintain my girlish figure without being prescribed 24/7 sleeping pills, especially if whether I moved or not wouldn’t matter.
It wouldn’t surprise you at all if had a couple of questions for you as I folded my prescription up and got ready to leave. You’ve heard them both before and you have a standard response. (Which I will take note of in the comments and write down on my prescription.)
“How did it happen that I’m at my ideal weight, but I didn’t move at all?”
And ” if it doesn’t matter to my weight whether I exercise or not, why do it?”
I’d love to hear your answers for me about sleeping it off and moving on.












