Recently I journeyed home from college where I worshiped Starting Strength regularly in the school temple. Upon greeting my overweight parents they remarked, "Your ass gets bigger every time you come home," and (trigger warning) "you should stop working out so you don't look gross." I had been proud of my stronger body after having always been a scrawny kid and was appalled by my parents' initial swole-shaming.
However, I did not feel the true weight of oppression until they discovered my turkey patty sandwich stockpile I had moved into the refrigerator. Having set my macros, I ate the same food every day which allowed me to bathe in a steady steam of gains and provided structure to other aspects of my life by proxy. Discovering the mountain of turkey, my parents again began "eating the same thing every day is not healthy" and further "you're going to get sick if you eat so many of those." These were reasonable arguments for the ignorant layman but they immediately escalated to "we're going to throw away all this bad food so you can eat our home meals" and "the gym is turning you into a (TW) muscle freak."
Forgive me, for I cannot bring myself to recall the following insults to our culture and lifestyle. Since I started worshiping 6 months ago I have embraced the positive habits church had made in my life and valued my new work ethic. Having my parents dehumanize me and my habits weighed down on me like the depths of the deepest squat. I only hope to go back to college soon enough so that I may continue on my journey to strength. In the end, I know that the insults of the heathens are nothing real as the barbell which will rise towards a better and stronger me.
On a positive note, I recently hit the 1000 pound club last week which I am very happy about :)
Submitted December 22, 2015 at 01:32PM by ROFLTRON http://ift.tt/1Im4VF3 swoleacceptance
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