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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 15:40:33 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/"><rss:title>Journal</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/</rss:link><rss:description></rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2009-01-06T15:40:33Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2009/1/5/train-this.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/12/30/ringing-in.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/12/25/sitting-next-to-the-preachers-kid.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/12/6/flaming-os.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/12/3/prop-8-the-musical.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/12/1/coming-into-the-sunshine.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/11/27/culture-shock.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/11/26/me-oh-my-i-love-pie.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/11/23/im-all-agog.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2008/11/20/news-from-the-front.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2009/1/5/train-this.html"><rss:title>Train this</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.debutantegonewrong.com/journal/2009/1/5/train-this.html</rss:link><dc:creator>The debutante</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-01-05T05:52:04Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So I met with a personal trainer today.&nbsp; It was a surreal experience.&nbsp; It is part of my get healthy pathway. The session was free with my membership.&nbsp; She was half an hour late, and then was not sure why.&nbsp; We got off to wieird start and she was making me nervous and a little bit angry.&nbsp; Then she said, so what are we doing about your weight.&nbsp; I stared at her and forgot to keep walking for a second.&nbsp; I was on the treadmill.&nbsp; I remembered just at the right moment.<br /><br />I let her know that I wasn&rsquo;t planning on doing anything about my weight.&nbsp; And then I asked her why she asked me that.&nbsp; She stuttered and stammered and said well there is a lot of pressure on your joints and they are the weight bearing portions of your body and . . . I stopped her.&nbsp; I said, I have been thoroughly checked out by both an osteopath and a chiropractor.&nbsp; My joints and my structure are in good shape.&nbsp; It isn&rsquo;t my issue nor is it why I am here.&nbsp; My weight seems to an issue for you.<br /><br />She cocked her head and said &ldquo;this isn&rsquo;t going well, is it?&rdquo;<br /><br />Not so much, no.<br /><br />We went into the back and had a cup of water&nbsp; and some conversation.&nbsp; She immediately apologized for her thoughtlessness and said that she had no idea why that came out of her mouth.&nbsp; I said thank you and I appreciate that.&nbsp; Now lets talk about why I am here and what I want.<br /><br />When we were done we did some work and got some exercise in.&nbsp; We arrived at a good place and I became &ldquo;the outlier&rdquo; to her.&nbsp; As she watched me lift weights and perform some exercises, she said, Wow, I see that your biomechanics are very very good. &nbsp;<br /><br />Um. Yeah.&nbsp; You can&rsquo;t really be at the level of swimming that I was or a triathlete and not be good at moving &nbsp;<br /><br />So basically I got a good schedule for working out, got some good assessments in and then we scheduled another appt for three weeks from now.<br /><br />Rant begins here:<br />What the fuck?&nbsp; Are all trainers so blinded by image that they cannot see a fitness level in the making?&nbsp; I went to her because I am recovering from pretty big things physically and want to move better within my body.&nbsp; I do not care about my weight.&nbsp; I truly truly don&rsquo;t.&nbsp; I am alive I am healthy and I am walking.&nbsp; And I wasn&rsquo;t any of those things for a while.&nbsp; DON&rdquo;T impress upon me your little white lies about how we are all supposed to be a certain way physically or we are unhealthy.&nbsp; The BMI was written in the 1940&rsquo;s and has not changed since then. At the risk of being Captain Obvious, there was a war on, and people were MUCH smaller then for a variety of reasons, some of them having to do with nutrition and some of them having to do with fitness levels.&nbsp; At 5&rsquo;1&rsquo;1&rdquo; and 13 percent body fat, I was 183 lbs when doing triathlons..&nbsp; In any body index that is considered obese, yet I was fit enough to even win, so who is the proble