I know, I know. You all are tired of hearing me whine about stupid social drama. Sorry.
But I put on my big girl panties today, sucked it up, and rejoined Douchey McTrainer's crossfit bootcamp. There are two people who run it--DmT and ...we'll call him Sam. I like Sam. He's really nice and very sweet. He's patient and he doesn't seem judgey and rude when you have to modify something. In fact, he had us all outside at the end of class (AFTER circuits which whupped us) running sprints in the heat. And when I felt I was about to die, he encouraged our (slower) group to walk or slow-jog. Nice guy.
Anyway, my cousin joined me for this session. I adore her. We're very close. But she grew up in a tiny little small town just north of mine, and every time we hang out, she always knows my friends, which cracks me up. So we were at the gym today and I introduced her to one of my coworkers, and she knew him! They went to school together. I laughed and said, "Man, you always seem to know everyone."
I went to go fill up my water bottle and Douchey McTrainer fell in step beside me. Trying to be civil, I smiled and said hello. His response--"Does it bother you?"
I was confused. "Does what bother me?"
"That she knows everyone."
"What? Why would that bother me?"
"Does it make you feel less popular?"
"Um. No,. It's funny. And sweet that we share a social circle."
"Sure. I bet it makes you feel really inferior. But don't worry. Even if nobody knows who you are, you'll always be popular with the kids."
(A dig at my job. I teach childrens' swim classes)
What the hell is wrong with this guy?! In the beginning, I thought it was because I was fat. He's this tall, skinny beanpole guy, so I guess it could make sense for him to have a bias against fat people. He probably thought I was lazy and disgusting. Whatever.
But I've lost 65 damn pounds, I'm at the gym every day, I WORK there, and I've signed up for the ass-kicking bootcamp all over again. There is nothing left for him to judge, and yet he keeps finding new ways to try to chop me down at the knees. What. The. Hell.
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Highest weight: 269. Surgery weight: 233. Goal weight: 144, and then we'll see..