As many of you know via my Facebook and Twitter updates, I’ve been heavy into working out over the last 6 weeks or so. I wanted to share a post I wrote a while back on my other blog dealing with a topic we don’t address enough. I’ve noticed lately that most of us commenting on blogs are quick to talk negatively about other people and characteristics we won’t accept, when a good portion of those things won’t matter in the grand scheme of life. So for today, there’s no hilarious list. I wanted to talk about the health and physical well-being of significant others. Enjoy the realness…
As I saw an older and out of shape Caucasian fellow jogging up the street very very very slowly, I started to laugh and was tempted to make a variety of jokes to be shared with friends on AIM, Gchat, and the Book. Then I realized he was doing more to take care of himself than I was…at least at that particular moment. Aside from realizing I needed to find a new gym, I got to thinking about a somewhat mature question.
At what age do people consider the way someone takes care of their health when considering a significant other?
I’m not talking about physical appearance alone. We all know people with that speedy metabolism or natural fit look that do little more than open refrigerator and fast food restaurant doors. I must admit that I’m a hater of these metabolistically (I made the word up) endowed folks even though I don’t immediately head to Sloppyville when I don’t work out. But seriously, over the course of my lifetime, there has only been one chick who ever mentioned that she liked the fact I took care of my health. Granted, she was making this assumption based on a shirtless Facebook picture that was taken immediately after a set of push ups and crunches…but still.
To me, physical fitness/health is one of the first things I’ll notice about a woman. What she eats on the first date doesn’t count in case she tries to pull the lard wool over my eyes.If she’s naturally slim, she may get just a bit of Slim slack but I’ll be watching those plates. On the other hand, there are those who look great with all their wholesome thickness but borderline refuse to work out and eat somewhat healthy despite the fact they don’t have the super metabolism:
“I mean…I look good. I been holdin’ it together all these years without working out, so why start now?”
Sadly, someone actually said that ish to me. Immediate softness in the pants for yours truly. Chances are if I were to take a look at her momma, I’d get some type of indication of what she’d look like in 20 years. Fortunately/Unfortunately, I’m too lazy and too impatient to deal with all that. Besides, looking at shorty’s mom doesn’t necessarily tell me the story of where she’s headed with body and soul goodness or physical health. A MILF does my body me no good if she has high blood pressure, cholesterol, and diabetes—all of which plague Black and Latino folks at alarmingly high rates.
I’ve tried to figure out why I take it so seriously at this age. Perhaps it’s because of things I’ve experienced with regard to family members and their health. Maybe it’s because I’ve played a sport(s) my whole life. Maybe it’s because I’m scared I’ll sign a contract (pronounced marriage) only to find out that I didn’t read the balloon clause that releases her of all accountability for blowing up beyond my wildest nightmares.
Regardless of my banter, I’m curious. At what point do you start to care about how the other person takes care of their health (eating habits, working out, etc.)? Do you even think about it now? Do you even take care of your own health or do you expect someone to take care of it for you?
Hoping My Heart Never Looks like the Southeast Expressway at Rush Hour,