Today was gonna be my day. The day I met with a personal trainer. I had fortified my soul and I was ready to be weighed (shiver!) measured and my BMI checked. I had sweated over today. I had prayed and agonized over this. I told my self it wouldn't be that bad and if it was I could drink the bottle of wine I had chilling in the fridge for just such an occasion.
Let us go back a few years......
In 7th grade I was what you could call ummmmmmmmmm healthy. Not fat. Not skinny. Just healthy. We had to get weighed in gym class every couple of months or so. Why? you ask. Cause we had the Nazi gym teacher from hell that's why. She picked the same two 7th graders to record our stats. They were the original "Mean Girls". They were popular...cause everyone was scared of them...they were pretty...but most of all..they were thin. The day came when I had to face them. I didn't sleep for a solid week knowing the day was coming. It was pretty awful. Then it happened. They gym teacher called my name, I was up. I stepped on the scale. 125. Not bad I thought. Til I got to the locker room and everyone was 100 or less. I did what any red blooded American girl would do when they asked what my weight was...I lied. The I went to hide in the bathroom. While in the bathroom I overheard the two Mean Girls come in the locker room. They were laughing. Then they proceeded to tell everyone what I weighed. Everyone laughed. Took me many a year to get over that one. So you can imagine my trepidation and terror going into the gym today. Well guess what...................... THE GUY NEVER SHOWED!!!!! He decided to take a personal day and no one called me. Well let me tell you I wasn't having it!!! I was there to get weighed and by golly someone was going to do the honors. There would be no come back in two days! I wanted it over with now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who wants to wait two more days???????????????????????????????????????? I know what I weigh, that's not the issue. The issue is for someone else to know...ya know?? The lady who had to break it to me gently stood back when she saw my face. She said....sorry, no here. I grabbed her by the front of her shirt and said, "Well someone better go and get him and he better be ready to weigh me in the next 10 minutes or I am going to go postal on someone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" No, not really. She asked if I could come back on Thursday and I (oh it was hard!!!) I smiled and said "sure no problem...eye twitch eye twitch....Thursday it is."
Sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thursday...sheesh!
Let us go back a few years......
In 7th grade I was what you could call ummmmmmmmmm healthy. Not fat. Not skinny. Just healthy. We had to get weighed in gym class every couple of months or so. Why? you ask. Cause we had the Nazi gym teacher from hell that's why. She picked the same two 7th graders to record our stats. They were the original "Mean Girls". They were popular...cause everyone was scared of them...they were pretty...but most of all..they were thin. The day came when I had to face them. I didn't sleep for a solid week knowing the day was coming. It was pretty awful. Then it happened. They gym teacher called my name, I was up. I stepped on the scale. 125. Not bad I thought. Til I got to the locker room and everyone was 100 or less. I did what any red blooded American girl would do when they asked what my weight was...I lied. The I went to hide in the bathroom. While in the bathroom I overheard the two Mean Girls come in the locker room. They were laughing. Then they proceeded to tell everyone what I weighed. Everyone laughed. Took me many a year to get over that one. So you can imagine my trepidation and terror going into the gym today. Well guess what...................... THE GUY NEVER SHOWED!!!!! He decided to take a personal day and no one called me. Well let me tell you I wasn't having it!!! I was there to get weighed and by golly someone was going to do the honors. There would be no come back in two days! I wanted it over with now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who wants to wait two more days???????????????????????????????????????? I know what I weigh, that's not the issue. The issue is for someone else to know...ya know?? The lady who had to break it to me gently stood back when she saw my face. She said....sorry, no here. I grabbed her by the front of her shirt and said, "Well someone better go and get him and he better be ready to weigh me in the next 10 minutes or I am going to go postal on someone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" No, not really. She asked if I could come back on Thursday and I (oh it was hard!!!) I smiled and said "sure no problem...eye twitch eye twitch....Thursday it is."
Sigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thursday...sheesh!
4 comments:
LOL! You big meanie you!
You can be so intimidating!! Love and Miss you!!!!!
Oh, you poor thing! Reminds me I must go for a walk though!! LOL Tracey
Good job going to the trainer!! I know that you can do this!! I'm also very sorry abou the MEAN girls! Wonder what they look like now??? I'm going to get my act together very soon! Much love to you girlfriend.
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