No one approached me. I had a couple friends who were encouraging me to work out, but one was a marathon runner (Not. Going. To. Happen.) and the others were martial artists. What really got me off my butt was a routine doctor’s appointment in which I stepped on the scale, read the number and lost my damn mind. First things first: I got off the meds that were increasing my appetite. Some of the weight gain was due to that. The rest of the weight gain was from quitting smoking. So I started back up again. (Yeah, I’m not proud of that – not the smartest “fitness” move I’ve ever made.)
Then another doctor started giving me crap about my cholesterol levels. She wanted me to lose 15 pounds and suggested I get a Wii Fit. Now, I wouldn’t call that thing a really great workout, but it’s a great way to transition off the couch, have some fun, and get your butt moving just a little bit. I got bored with it quickly, as I have done with anything exercise. I decided it would be a better workout if I just came home, cranked up the stereo and danced until I was sweating balls. That was cool, but I felt like my moves were really out of date and I could use a little discipline, or choreography, or something… I was starting to get bored doing the same old thing over and over and over and over.
I stumbled upon an alternative dance studio where they taught classes in forms of dance that you don’t find at Arthur Murray: bellydancing, breakdancing, Zumba, salsa, pole dancing, burlesque, aerial silks, aerial hoops (lyra), trapeze. That’s when I found my passion and have been doing that ever since. It’s great fun and I wouldn’t have noticed the 40 pounds that went missing except people kept pointing out how baggy and loose my clothes were getting. I kept having to buy stuff for work because I’d put on a skirt and it would just fall off. Some guy mentioned how hot my six pack abs are. My whaaaat? I have a six pack? When did THAT happen? I ran to the mirror, stripped down, and lookit that. I have a six pack. Huh. I was just trying to build strength and have some fun. Somewhere along the way I turned into a dance-thlete. (Not really a dancer; not really an athlete. Kind of have one foot in each world.)
I don’t know if there’s anything anyone could have said to me that would have gotten me off the couch. Maybe go for the “have you seen your own balls lately/does anyone want to fuck you looking like that?” angle. I dunno.
My sister was pushing 400 pounds just about the same time I’d found my exercise bliss. We did not discuss our weight issues with each other. When you have a morbidly obese sister, your own extra 40 pounds just seems like, well, healthy in comparison. She had a couple of minor incidents in her life that caused her to take a good, long, and finally realistic look in her mirror and she set herself on a weight loss journey. Two years later, she’s lost 145 pounds and still does Zumba, swims, and walks 5Ks (she can’t run them because the excess skin hanging off her impedes her mobility). She loves Zumba. I love pole. If anything, you could try different things, invite your brother along and keep trying things until you find something he loves so much he’ll want to do it without being asked, poked, prodded, bribed, or humiliated into.
I just don’t think it’s my place or yours to tell someone else they need to lose weight or how. What you are really looking for is “what can I say to emotionally manipulate my brother into working out”? I’m not going to help you with that. Your brother’s health choices are his own business and despite the fact that those choices effect more than just himself, there isn’t fuck all you can do about it. What if the shoe were on the other foot? Or if you were a smoker or something? What could someone say to you that would make you change your behavior? I’m guessing if you have any self-esteem at all and aren’t a total people pleaser, there isn’t much.
Even if it’s a train wreck, you have to stand there and watch. We can’t control other people’s behavior, even if we think we have their best interests in mind. If you think you are going to effectively guilt or shame your brother into exercising, you will probably be disappointed. Better to focus on yourself and be positive, “Man, I just came back from this great canoeing trip and boy are my arms tired. You should come along with me sometime, man, there’s a lot of great hot chicks in tank tops!” You could invite him along on whatever you do, and be supportive, but if you’re not on a regular workout regimen yourself, then who the hell are you to tell him how to be? Either way, if you do something he has no interest in (such as marathon running), you won’t be able to get him to do it with you even if he is being chased by hungry zombie crocodiles.
Stop worrying about your brother and fix up your own life. If it’s perfect, then just enjoy that and quit trying to make someone else be what you want him to be.