Now I Know What a Kick to the Groin Feels Like...

When I started this blog months back – the one thing I wanted to document was my progress into a more positive way of thinking and living.
I have lived in the negative for too long and I refuse to reside there ANY longer.
Because of that -- I do not use this blog to trash others – ever.
I may put a silly rant or express disappointment in vague terms – but never ever will you hear my bash anyone I know or otherwise.
Just not my style.

But…
I have to say this – the fella working the desk at my brandy-new gym, Planet Fitness, is a GOON!

I was SO psyched to get to the gym this morning. Brian and I asked my Mom to watch Skylar so we could both go – we packed a bag – had a plan of attack – etc. and so forth. Getting out of the house together – alone without kids – is a major feat in itself.

We go strolling into the gym, Brian is signing in as my guest, and the guy notices my keychain picture of Skylar with Santa taken at our local mall before the holidays and says to me, and I quote.

“Oh you must like Christmas a lot, is that your grandson?”

Come again?
My grandson?

Are you freakin’ serious????

A. Skylar is NOT a boy and no one has EVER mistaken her for one!
B. I am NOT a grandmother – not even close!

Ackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
It is my worst nightmare realized – truly!
And I finally know what getting kicked in the groin must feel like...

I correct him and say that the picture is of my DAUGHTER to which he looked mortified and never said another word to me.

And ya know… if he was some young punk I might understand it – but this buffoon was at least my age if not older!!!


I admit freely that I stewed over this for the entire 45 minutes I was on the treadmill.
Heck – who am I kidding – I am still stewing – OBVIOUSLY!

I realize that most Mother’s with children as young as Skylar (20 months) are typically not about to turn 41 – but it isn’t exactly unheard of in this day and age.
And this whole experience just compounds some feelings I have about being an *older* Mom – I don’t always relate (no matter how dang hard I try) to other Moms of young children – and women my age are usually past all of this baby rearing and don’t want to talk about potty-training and playgroups.
So I fall through the cracks and get misjudged!

And let’s not even get started on the whole vanity issue.
Wait… let’s!
Do I look like someone’s Grandmother?!?!
Boo hoo

Yeah, yeah, yeah – woe is me, right?

So because I refuse to stew in this negativity any longer – I will use this to fuel me through my QUEST to get in shape and hit my goal weight.

Let him call me a grandma then.
Let anyone for that matter!
HMMPH!

I do not want to trash a whole gym because of one person's faux par -- but you know for those of us on this weight loss journey it sometimes takes every ounce of GUTS we have to just take the plunge by joining -- let alone actually stepping foot IN the gym. And for this to happen my very first time going just irked me. Thankfully I am a strong type and I refuse to let this falter me -- but for somewhere that claims to be a *NO JUDGEMENT ZONE* type of gym -- they should think before they speak!
Just sayin'!

♥cyn♥