I was all excited when I found a really cute pink and black track suit on clearance this weekend. It was the last one they had left and it fit me, so I snagged it right up. I proclaimed it my official workout outfit, so I've been wearing it every morning and have even been getting compliments on it.
See, I do a before school program for kids, and I get to the YMCA about 6:30, and I drive the kids to their schools an hour later. I get back to the Y a little after 8:00, so that's my workout time.
The past few days I've forgotten to bring my MP3 player, so I was excited to have it with me today.
Then one of the skinny little ladies behind the front desk sneered at me and pointed out I was wearing the same clothes for the past three days, and asked me if I bothered washing them.
Well, of course I wash my clothes every day, but I was mortified, none the less.
And now that I think about it, sometimes I stand up there and chat with her if I don't have any kids right away, and she never says anything about all the thin people going through that have the same workout clothes every day. I think she made that assumption about me solely based on my size. Like a lot of people do. Oh, she's fat, so she must be a lazy slob. But you guys know the drill. We've all been through it. But it doesn't get any easier, does it?
So I went back to my work room to set everything up for the arriving kids. Why did I let her comment get to me? I felt totally self-concious, wondering if everyone was thinking the same thing as her. I totally lost the will to work out.
But by the time I was on my way back to the Y, I'm thinking, oh to heck with it. If I let something like this keep me from working out, I'm never gonna get anywhere. Besides, I had my music with me. Jeff spent good money on this MP3 player, and I asked for it specifically because I knew it would motivate me to work out more. So that's exactly what I did. I went for a whole 45 minutes today as opposed to the usual 20 I've been doing the rest of the week. I want to work myself up to an hour, and maybe start swimming every other day. But one step at a time, right?
At any rate, I think it's time to pick up some more track suits.