Friday, November 06, 2009
Today I went to the gym, armed with good intentions,a crisp white towel and a smile. I signed up for my favorite spinning class and headed to the bar to buy a bottle of one of those taurine-packed diet drinks. I have long vowed to quit that $ 2.99 unhealthy habit of mine for a long time, but I realize that I have developed a psychological dependency to the drink, without which I would not be able to make it through the class.
As I approached the bar, I noticed a rather rotund lady munching vigorously on a snack at the small table by the bar. I looked at her with the corner of my eye, as it was impossible not to have one's attention caught by that loud munching. She was staring at me with a sort of angry look, and I saw that she was almost through her bag of Cheetos.
I turned my attention back to the cashier lady who by that time was handing me my drink and my change, and noticed, on the other side of the bar another quite large lady enjoying a vanilla chocolate pudding topped by whipped cream in a small plastic container. Both of those crap foods had clearly been brought in the gym, since the bar does not sell junk.
WTF, I thought, what is the point in going to the gym! I sometimes eat junk foods myself, but when I do, I do it watching tv at night, on my couch with the dog keeping my feet warm.
Not at the gym!
The gym is sacred.
The gym is the temple of my health and wellbeing.
The gym means taking care of myself, working hard, sweating and feeling light like a butterfly after a workout - or heavy as lead, depending on the days, but you got the concept.
I almost found it disrespectful of those ladies to eat junk in a place where people go to try and get healthy and strong.
Fat lady eating Cheetos at my gym: shame on you, you are pathetic, even more pathetic that me with my caffeine addiction. At least work my butt off and do not waste my gym membership money.