I have decided I have spent way too much time lately wearing my judgey pants. I find my self thinking things like, “Why is she at the gym, she certainly doesn’t need it,” or “wish I could eat that mountain of onion rings and look like that,” or the classic, “eat a cheeseburger.”
I know how very unfair I’m being to people. I’m guessing I do it because I’m bitter and wish I didn’t have to work as hard as I do to even be on my way to a healthy weight. But then I’ve spent some time thinking the last few days about how unfair my judgement is.
First off, who is to say that girl in front of me in zumba, wearing the spandex skirt with the rocking legs hasn’t worked just as hard as I am to get there. Maybe she has that banging body because she eats healthy and gives it all in a workout. Maybe she spent years overweight or never tipped the scale at over 150, but puts in the time and effort to make it that way.
Then there are people I know who do eat cheeseburgers, lots of them, and no matter how hard they try to gain weight to be healthy, simply are unable. Maybe that girl on the treadmill that 90 pounds soaking wet, has been eating 4,000 calories a day for years, but still can’t gain weight, so she’s working out to add pounds in the healthiest way possible.
We as women are pretty much programmed to never be happy with how we look. I think parts of use are programmed to look around us and want what we can’t have, but that’s not to say that person isn’t battling their own demons.
I think it’s time to take off my judgey pants and burn them with my size 22’s. I know I need to work hard for what I want, and stop looking at others wishing I had what they do. For most of us, you get what you give, and I know I wouldn’t want people looking at me thinking negative thoughts when I’ve put in the work, however, I would love just once for someone to tell me to eat a cheeseburger.