I was standing in my Grandmother’s kitchen, just 17 years old. I had gone from being a scrawny kid to having curves all over and I was still adjusting to the idea that boys stared at me. I’m sure I was shoving something into my mouth because I always was. I could eat anything back in those days with zero repercussions. My Grandma walked in with a load of laundry in her hands and looked me up and down. “You’ve got German birthing hips,” she proclaimed. ”You’ll have no problems with delivery.”
I just about died of embarrassment on the spot and began my lifelong battle with my hips. For the record, Grandma was right; delivery was a breeze when I had my son years later. She also meant her line as a compliment, having no idea I’d take it the wrong way.
But hips on a fitness “star” are kind of a no-no, unless you’re doing a Brazilian dance mix, and I really don’t think I can exactly pull that one off. So I’m watching the scale slide down, and I’m watching the inches come off everywhere but … you guessed it … my hips. Sigh.
I was hoping to avoid this, but I’m going to have to pull out the big guns and ramp up the cardio. It’s the only thing that gets them to behave. I’ve already started with extra hooping sessions, some running, and Spinning as I watch the Olympics. (Drat, those are over now.) One night, drenched in sweat, I was wondering how my workout routine compares to that of an Olympic athlete. Yeah, I know, it’s nowhere near what they do. I am so in awe of them, but I was having a pity party during that exact moment.
I’m putting this all out there: a 45-year-old Mom who wants to make a fitness DVD. I think my 15 years as a trainer, my 500-hour certification, and my 13,000+ hours working with clients has value to an audience … but only if the hips back up my brains.
My IQ is 142 and my tush is a size 8. By fitness standards, the only thing that matters is the 8 … and that pisses me off! But I don’t make the rules so I’m playing along anyway.
The point I’m trying to make is that information matters the most, but in this industry only when delivered by the right messenger. I know I need entry into this world with the right credentials to start that process. This is the glamour niche of fitness and looks count first, content second. The marketers want a cute blonde who can sell, not a smart chick who winds up in the discount bin.
To counter my own point, fitness professionals should look and be healthy. And by healthy, I mean a broader range than what I’ve been talking about so far. Healthy is about acing a check-up at the doctors; healthy is keeping your joints and your heart strong; healthy is enjoying sex, no matter what decade you’re in.
I’d love to see all this change. I’d love to see people get help from good trainers, no matter their shape and size. It’s ironic and sad that the fatter our society gets, the more judgmental we are about size. It feels like national self-loathing and I just want to give everyone a hug.
You can get more of an update on my Lisa Johnson Fitness YouTube channel and check out the video below where I talk about the inches and pounds I’ve dropped so far.
Read all the posts on my journey to becoming the star of a fitness DVD.