I’d recognize the tan legs and Nikes from a mile away. I’m usually quite a sociable person, but I would have done just about anything to avoid this next conversation. There was no way around it…..no way of denying that I was clearly deciding on what flavor of ice cream to purchase when the manager from my gym spotted me.
“Michelle?” she asked, “is that you?” Part of her uncertainty probably arose from the fact that I had my head stuck as far as I could into the freezer, hoping the frost on the door would hide me from this humiliation. The other part is that I’ve probably gained 50 pounds since I saw her last.
You’ll notice I haven’t blogged about my trips to the gym since my “Aches and Stains” Blog back in February. (http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2008/02/06/aches-and-stains/) That’s because there haven’t been any. Well, there probably were one or two since then, but really….one or two? The only exercise I’ve truly committed myself to is working my jaw muscle.
“And where have you been?” she asked with a slight reprimanding tone. Oh, I’ve been pretty much dividing my time between here in the freezer section and the drive-up window at Chubbie’s Burgers and Thighs. “Well, we miss you at the gym,” she stated as if it were actually true that “they” could miss someone who was never there in the first place. I think what she meant to say was, ”Don’t you think it’s time to put down the ice cream and hit the treadmill, Porky?”
Perhaps I’m projecting…. it has been on my mind alot lately. The self-sabotage by sundae. I know that if I am going to actually sprout those wings, I would have to free them from under several layers of unnecessary pudge. Ugh. This becoming magnificent is gonna be harder than I thought.
….hey….wait a minute…..what was she doing in the ice cream section?
And I’ll bet the wench was carrying a water bottle, wearing spandex and had perfect hair!
FUNNY She has a way of busting you. Here is the thing, she is struggling just like all of us.
it ain’t easy, I’m not saying, I’m just saying.
I am right there with you, thank god I have to walk from the back of the house to the front of the house at work cause that’s it for exercise oh and by the way, I have a fitness center where I live, small but equipped, do you think I have gotten there yet?
We both have the personality type that would benefit from learning the ONCE IN A WHILE rule for those yummy sweets but then again our personality type also can bring so much joy to the world. It would be a shame to change that.
I know two people who have turned excercise fanatic/ healthy eating gurus and they make me crazy. All they want to talk about is their excercise regimen (almost type regime, lol) and all the healthy food they eat. GUH… I feel like they’re judging my way of life. I shouldn’t let it irritate me, but it does. I’m usually comfortable with who I am, and then I see them. Then it becomes a battle in my head: “I’m not doing enough, could be doing more, blah, blah, blah…” Why is that? Why can’t I be comfortable with who I am with everyone. It’s taken me 30+ years to get here, and I let certain people toy with my confidence. **sigh**
Wouldn’t it be nice if I said “don’t let this affect your confidence” and it actually worked. But I’m going to give it a shot anyway: “Don’t let this person affect your confidence!”
Hang in there!
I can relate! My Jenny Craig Counselor called while I was in the middle of a chocolate chip cookie orgy. Just remember skinny women show more wrinkles! Hope you enjoyed the ice cream. Grins, Linda