I was at the Y finishing up one of my classes. Now, you need to know that there's a group of gals with whom I've been working out for, oh, probably 6 years. We've been skinny, then swelled with babies, then inflated drastically post-babies, and then gotten skinny again. All the while, we "rah rah" each other while fending off the nay-sayers who quip about just how gargantuan we get. But that's ok....we're just trying to be healthy here, y'all. So, the gals are all uber-supportive of my body version that's officially settled into not just a comeback, but a here-to-stay, if you get my drift. Even our teachers get in on it - as they should since their instruction and inspiration get us there all the faster. This particular class, the gals were especially encouraging, as was my teacher. All good stuff...until she came along.
This woman walks right up to me, hands on hips, eyes narrowed and spits, "You know, that's all well and good that you lost some weight and everyone thinks that's a big deal. But you know what? You oughtta' try having some babies with those hips, butt, and boobs and then see where you're at." After which, she spun on her heel, grabbed her towel, and stalked out of the studio.
Ummmmmm. Okay. Clearly, we haven't met.
Funny part is, I had to nearly hold the girls back...and my teacher, Lori, has been huntin' for that women ever since. Now, these gals are a lethal combination - fit and furious - so I hope they don't ever find her, I'll tell you that. But it also reminds me that we all voice thoughts that are better left silent and must open mouth and insert foot more often than we might care to recall. And, seriously.... I draw these crazies like ants to a picnic. It reminds me to think before I talk....and hope no waste comes out. Because, really, I sure don't want to be a "humma, humma, who?"
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