Day 15- My rants about the gym.

Some people say that when you are stressed you are to go to the gym and let it all out on a rack of weights or run it off on the treadmill, well apparently those people don't go to my gym and have always been in perfect shape and they must be beautiful. So maybe lately I've been stressed out, but hey that's all apart of being an adult. I was kind of excited to go to the gym today, I got there and it was like ants on a piece of sugary candy. (hey I want a piece of sugary candy. Resist the urge!!!!) There were swarms of people covering each machine. Instantly my blood pressure went up a few point. I received a pep talk from Jamie of some ideas of which machines to do and went straight to work. In the next 10-15 min I realized that half of these "ants" aren't here to transform themselves or make themselves better. They are here because this is their social hour. This is an adult play ground where you can talk and talk. Well if you want to talk, how about you get off the flipping machine I want to use, but wait you are to busy talking to realize I'm standing there waiting! I finished my back routine and went to biceps. I walked over did a set on some machine. I don't even know what it was called, all I know is I'm to short for it so I have to sit on my legs. After, I went and grabbed some dumbells, I'm not very strong, so I started out with 10 lbs each hand. As I started, some stupid college aged boy walks over stands DIRECTLY in front of me in the mirror so I could no longer watch my form. I said loudly with no regrets, "Are you kidding me right now!" I moved over to the side and continued. He finished his set and walked off. So I put my 10's back and waited a moment to rest. As I was to grab some 15's some other IDIOT walked directly in front of me and took them. It was the last pair. Maybe I could have waited patiently, but I was done caring at that point. I walked off. I talked to Jamie and went back to work on some other machines. When I was done I realized that if you don't look a certain way, lift a certain amount, and weigh a certain amount people at the gym look at you like "why are you even here?" I swear I can hear it seaping out of their airheads. Think to yourself for a moment... Have you ever thought or heard someone say, "Oh they are fat why do they even bother coming to the gym?" Well you know what? Let me just tell you that it's good they are there! They are putting forth some kind of effort into trying to make themselves better! They probably quit trying because all the rude people in the gym make them feel unwanted. So instead of the gym being a place to transform yourself and be better, it becomes a place of riducule and hurt. I'm not saying I'm fat, nor am I saying I'm not pretty, but I am saying that because I don't look like a "bodybuilder's girlfriend" I am disrespected at the gym.
Obviously I have something going on since if I wear semi-tight pants every man in the gym goes out of their way to stare at me! LISTEN TO ME... I. DO. NOT. LIKE. IT!!!!! I'm not a piece of meat. Just let me do my work out and get out. Who knows maybe they aren't looking at me like I'm a piece of meat but rather a marshmellow because I don't fit the "gym" mold. Who knew that the gym was playground for adults and that you can still be bullied as adults!

In diet news... I thought it would be SUPER easy to drop the weight once I stopped eating things with sugar and high carbs. No. No it's not. I guess I should step up my cardio to make sure I meet my Tuesday's goal. I hope I have a secret fan club out there cheering me on.

I do like the gym. Only on weekends and late at night when no one is there.