I’m just really surprised by this. I’m a big person too and honestly I feel more comfortable in a gym than many situations, e.g. trying on clothes or eating a Cinnabon. Plus, I truly relish when a young man looks at how much weight I’m lifting, how much weight he’s lifting, and he immediately starts lifting more. Or the surprised look I get when people see how high I can kick in cardio kickboxing class.
Maybe it’s just that people are Iowa-nice, or maybe I just pick the right gyms, but my experiences have been great. Sure, you get the occasional snobby person who’s not real friendly, but nobody’s really worked up the nerve to even make a snide comment at me. Sure, the jerks among the meatheads can get territorial, but that’s nothing about me being fat, it’s about me wanting to use one of the 50 different weights or pieces of equipment they’ll need in their set and that they want to have private use of for the entire time they are in the weight area. Nuts to them.
I applaud the OP. I’m fat, and I was fat when I started, but I’m in much better health and shape, I feel better, my anxiety level is so much lower, it’s great – and, back before I worked out, the #1 thing that stopped me is that I just assumed that it would be like gym class, and people would make fun of me. And, really, nobody does at all – not even when I get my fat, slow ass in a swimsuit, and into the pool during busy times. Not even when I tried, and was absolutely miserable at, Zumba – being uncoordinated and having no rhythm at all. It takes some time, but you can learn to laugh at yourself, and realize, hey, just because I’m not super awesome doesn’t matter. It’s okay to use the equipment, to take a class and be bad at it, to ask for help.
What’s more, I get a lot of encouragement. People’ve pulled me aside, folks I didn’t even know, to tell me I looked like I was losing weight. Nice people have given me helpful suggestions on my form or stepped in when I was confused by a machine or an exercise. I get lots of smiles from across the gym. Even when I’m on my (honestly, ridiculous-looking) recumbent trike, I get lots of cheerful grins and waves, including – nay, especially – from the spandex-wearing ultrabikers passing me on the trail who I just assumed would look down their nose at me. It’s not uncommon for one to pace me for a short time and ask me questions about my bike and be welcoming.
Be bold. Give it a try. If you’re not sure where to start, PM me – I’m more than happy to commiserate with you.