So in my quest to lose weight I joined Curves. OK so being real with you, I joined like last year for the third time but only went 6 times over the course of that year. Don't judge- I was all lazy.
Actually I still am I'm just trying harder to hide that.
But where my Curves center is located puts it in a really crappy parking area. It's on a busy streeet near my work so that's nice, but it shares a lot (and by "lot" I mean 6 parking spaces) with a busy computer store. It's also next to a video store and a Hardees. So in reality, it maybe isn't the best location for people trying to lose weight since you are surrounded by fast food and candy/popcorn/soda and excuses to be a fat ass on your couch.
I am now going to Curves 3 times a week and have decided that I really don't fit in here. I actually don't fit in a lot of places I frequent because I'm either the shy/quiet person or I'm really opinionated/talkative. So at Curves since I don't know anybody I'm doing my thing. I'm working my ass off on the circuit and just trying to get my 30 minutes in and get home preferrably sweaty and sore.
I was actually molested at Curves last week by an older woman who looked to be in her seventies or so. Nice lady talking to me about child rearing (yes- those were her actual words) and how eventually your "tits sag". She is telling me about her sagging tits as I jog in place and then reaches over, grabs my right boob, squeezes it, jiggles it a little bit and tells everyone "See? She's lucky. Her tits are nice and firm for having two babies." Die. I could have died.
I have been grabbed and fondled several times before. It's either my ass or my boobs. I'm almost totally immune to it but it's times like this when you least expect it that make you feel the most violated. But having a 70 something woman tell me I have nice breasts is kind of nice. Thanks old lady who has a higher energy level than me.
But today when I went to Curves I parked in the Hardees parking lot as I usually do because I figure walking across the street isn't going to kill me. In fact maybe losing the 3 calories from that walk will get me fired up for working out! That actually never happens but dammit- it might someday. When I get into Curves and scan my card I hear these 3 really obese women complain about having to park in the spaces at the end of the lot. Which is very close to the door anyways. They literally took (at most) 20 strides and they were in the building. Really, ladies? So I just said, "Oh- I always park in the lot next door. It's always empty and the few extra feet won't kill me." To which the least fat of the 3 says, "Well this is fucking America and I should be able to park next to the door."
Um? Really? I wasn't aware there was preferred parking for Americans in America. Weird. What do those signs look like? Do I need a special sticker for my window?
Then I thought- oh. Maybe she's disabled. So when I left I checked but she had nothing in her window or on her license plate. Nope. Just fat and lazy.
But when we're in there, I'm working my ass off. I'm trying to increase my reps, I'm working until I feel like I'm going to puke, I'm doing the steps they tell you to. What are these 3 doing? BARELY moving on anything. Not even on the "jog/walk in place" squares. Seriously? Why are you wasting $37/month if you don't plan on doing anything? Do you think that just being in the building will shed the weight? Because I can assure you that doesn't work. As a member for the third year and going under 20 times total in said three years that's not what happens.
Seriously- it's people like that that drive me nuts. If you are fat, then just be fat. If you are happy about that and don't really care- fine. Do you. But don't come to a place where people are actively trying to lose weight and get healthy and then bitch the entire time you're there about having to walk 20 steps to the door. Then just hog up the stations, be slow getting to the next one, etc. OH! And you can't wear street shoes in here. So stop wearing your fucking street shoes and getting everything caked in dirt/mud. It's disgusting. Read the fucking signs losers.
Weight loss is hard. And making me crabby.