Not Another Fucking Gym Post!
Got up at 4 this morning to go to the gym, and I did that this past Monday as well. Since I started being more serious about going, and things being what they are in general, it's really become kind of a happy place for me. Which should be hilarious to kassrachel, since she spent our formative years watching me always duck to the back of the line in Phys. Ed. until the coach would bust me and make me do whatever humiliating exercise was lined up for the day.
But anyway. I know I told myself when I started this thing after Labor Day (when I was well and truly embarrassed by how difficult it was for me to keep pace on a walking tour of downtown L.A.) that it wouldn't be about numbers, just about feeling better. But at the same time, I am absolutely over the moon that my pounds-lost total is now at 30. Huzzah! It's a new year, and things are changing. I have to be ready.
One of the other kindergarten moms is a cycling instructor at the gym and she sometimes gives me a hearty word of encouragement which I don't feel I need, but oh well. And I recently ran into the instructor of the class I usually take on Wednesdays (a class which I will miss, but am happy to not be able to attend right now), who told me I was "an inspiration." I guess she was trying to be nice, but it seemed to me like the kind of thing you might say to someone in the Special Olympics or something.
Seriously, though, some of you gals at the gym are pissing me off. Protip #1: The handicapped bathroom stall is not your personal dressing room. There is nothing so golden about your saggy tits and your graying cooch that you can't disrobe with the rest of us mortals. Protip #2: the hair dryer is only intended to be used for the hair on your *head*, not your pubes. I'm just sayin'. Think I'll let my hair air-dry from now on.
But anyway. I know I told myself when I started this thing after Labor Day (when I was well and truly embarrassed by how difficult it was for me to keep pace on a walking tour of downtown L.A.) that it wouldn't be about numbers, just about feeling better. But at the same time, I am absolutely over the moon that my pounds-lost total is now at 30. Huzzah! It's a new year, and things are changing. I have to be ready.
One of the other kindergarten moms is a cycling instructor at the gym and she sometimes gives me a hearty word of encouragement which I don't feel I need, but oh well. And I recently ran into the instructor of the class I usually take on Wednesdays (a class which I will miss, but am happy to not be able to attend right now), who told me I was "an inspiration." I guess she was trying to be nice, but it seemed to me like the kind of thing you might say to someone in the Special Olympics or something.
Seriously, though, some of you gals at the gym are pissing me off. Protip #1: The handicapped bathroom stall is not your personal dressing room. There is nothing so golden about your saggy tits and your graying cooch that you can't disrobe with the rest of us mortals. Protip #2: the hair dryer is only intended to be used for the hair on your *head*, not your pubes. I'm just sayin'. Think I'll let my hair air-dry from now on.