Fitness: Scale Wouldn't Budge. Worked Out Any Damned Way.

I totally dig it, little guy.  I feel you.

I had been busting my ass off this week.  I was eating well, if anything I wasn't eating enough to make up for the fact that I'd been working out almost twice a day.  On Thursday I woke up and decided to weigh myself to see if I had lost anything.  Yes, I probably shouldn't be doing this, but that's another post.

I get on.  I'm super excited!  I am so sure that I'm going to show some serious gains (or losses).  I tap it (we have a digital scale) and then I get on.

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

And then...

Anowa Adjah: Black Women are Working it Out

by Eco.Soul.Intellectual

I cried when I went running at Weequaic Park in Newark a few weeks ago because I saw so many sisters running and totally serious about getting in shape. Fuck hair and sweat stains, they had weight belts, gloves and those trash bag suits getting their work out on.

A couple of weeks later, I almost cried in front of my super-athletic sister when I completed 4 miles in 34 minutes. That was a miracle because I only could go about 2 miles for the longest. And on Saturday I ran 7 miles, oh yes, triathlon get ready.

I've been busting my tail getting back in shape and have been telling my colleagues that losing weight and getting shape have become my second job. And right now I'm working over time.

This brings the issue of black women getting it in shape.

Coming to the East, especially when I was in Atlanta, it kind of disturbed me when I saw so many out-of-shape sisters putting more stock in their ass(ets) than their bulging midsections. Then I went to Brick City and noticed that the metro chicks had too many bricks were coming out the front of their pants like a sagging potato sack.

But this is not just the East. I spoke to a mother of two yesterday from Los Angeles who told me her 12-year-old son is overweight, has high colesterol, and has about 2 hard bowel movements a week. In fact, her whole family is full of shit because they don't eat vegetables. When we started talking about eating habits, she admitted to not serving her children vegetables for a couple of years.

I almost lost hope with my sisters until I saw them working it on out like the local fitness phenom, Anowa Adjah, who also goes by the name, "The 200 lb. Nigerian Powerhouse." Shit she's even my hero as I struggle in these yoga classes trying to get rusted joints to open up.

Black women are understanding the beauty and necessity of maintaing a level of fitness that is important in maintaining a healthy community.