Sunday, April 12, 2009

Fat Chick vs. Food - Week Fifteen

I’m still going to boot camp three days a week and it’s very effective. I’m sweaty and gross by the time I leave so I think that is a good measure of any workout session. Unfortunately for me Trainer Lady went and got herself a day job, and therefore is not running the boot camps anymore. She is still offering one-on-one sessions thank god, but running the boot camps three times a week has been passed to another trainer. A DUDE no less.

At first I kind of liked him. He was so hilariously awkward that it was sort of charming. Watching some big muscle-head guy stand at the front of a gym leading a group of mom-types in a fitness class was providing a new level of amusement to my exercise routine. He also plays really loud circa 1995 alternative rock music which I also like. It’s sort of like being 23 again and back in my favorite bar shaking my fabulous ass. My ass was fabulous in 1995.

The last few classes, however, I have been reminded. He’s a guy. A fitness trainer guy. Guys, especially the type of guys who become personal trainers, don’t like fat chicks. I love Trainer Lady not because she is a great trainer (she is), but because she didn’t pass judgment on me when I showed up on her doorstep all fat and out of shape and defeated. She accepted me for where I was and dug in. And, a couple of weeks ago when we did my three month reassessment and had discovered that I had lost twenty pounds and sixteen inches, she was genuinely happy for me. Trainer Lady has played a big part in my success so far. I don't even know her very well, but I somehow still want to do her proud. I love her.

I’m not feeling the love from Trainer Dude. He is trying his best to mask his distaste for me (as resident fat chick in boot camp class), but he’s not very good at it. I’m pretty sure I’m the butt of a few jokes when he goes home to whoever he goes home too. Whoever that person may be, my money is on them not being a fat chick.

You know, I honestly don’t care what he thinks of me. I don’t need to like this guy; I just need him to lead me through some exercise three times a week. The thing that does bother me is that in his subtle way he drives home the fact that I’m the fat chick. He reminds me that more often than not I’m the chick who is standing next to the hot chicks being completely ignored by some random asshole. I don’t need or want attention from assholes, I just don’t want to be the fat chick anymore. Yes, I know I’m the fat chick. That’s why I’m in that fucking exercise class in the first place.

Well, you know what Trainer Dude? You’re ugly* and you have stupid clothes. So there. I’m fat and immature. Deal.

I lost two pounds this week. I have 36.5 to go.


*He's not really ugly - he's just a regular guy. I kind of feel bad writing that, but not quite bad enough to remove it. After a talk with myself I settled on a disclaimer. I totally stand by the stupid clothes comment though.

16 comments:

Michele said...

Okay, now I hate him. You're doing great and should just keep going. You'll show him!

LiLu said...

Disclaimers make EVERYTHING okay.

Best of luck, darlin!

Kim said...

I know this type of guy and I can't stand him. This is terrible that he took over the class because even though you don't have to like him, he doesn't sound inspiring at all. I love your candid humour. I think we would be great friends!

Jenni said...

fuck him and yay you!

K said...

That's not cool at all. It's no good to feel judged.

It is however cool at you've lost 20 pounds. That is awesome work.

Sticky (not too) said...

I love you!

You are working so hard, I'm so proud of you (wish I was working as hard as you).

I will come over and kick that boy in the nuts!

Robin said...

Okay, my first thought for a comment was, "and I bet he's got a small d--k too!!!" But then I finished reading your post and saw your kind disclaimer about him not really being ugly. And then I felt kinda bad. But then I got over it, cause we chicks gotta stick together. (That, and there's nothing more annoying than an arrogant muscle-head gym rat! They must be taken down a notch!)

HeatherPride said...

If you only have 35 pounds more to lose, that does not make you FAT. You're out of the FAT stage and sitting squarely in the "pleasantly plump" arena. Keep it up and you'll be in the "OMG, she's HAWT" category! Great job so far!!!!!!

Sprite's Keeper said...

You're right. He IS ugly. And you're awesome! Congrats on the loss!

Frogs in my formula said...

Hey, you're down another 10 since winter, right? Congrats.

As for stupid lame mean man trainer, I hope you're wrong about his feelings toward you. But honestly? My friend was super in shape (like, I secretly hated her) and the male trainer she worked with looked down at her kinda just b/c he was SO buff. He was BUFFMAN. He made me sick. But then again, most gyms do.

Keep up the good work!

Keely said...

I keep tellin' ya, I'm trying to move into assassinations. I wouldn't even have to take him out, just blow out a kneecap or something, and Trainer Lady would have to run them again.

Just sayin'.

Keely said...

Also, my word verification was 'calve', which I'm pretty sure is an indication that I should cut his hamstring instead.

steenky bee said...

I'm thinkin' having a dude yell at me would be much more of a motivator than a woman. I'm not sure why. Keep going. If he really makes you mad, you can always "accidentally" knee him....

Casey said...

Oh yeah, I know that type. The "you're not good enough for me" type. Fuck him. It makes it hard when the person who's supposed to motivate you just doesn't. Sorry about trainer lady, that sucks ass.

mrsbear said...

You want we should all get together and teach trainer guy a lesson? One he won't soon forget. I say he's ugly too. Ugly on the inside. Jerk. You're kicking ass. Trainer guy can suck it!

kyooty said...

WOOOOOHOOOOOOO on the loss! it's good to air out your brain and write about what's bothering you!
I on the other hand, can't join a gym because of this "people watching me" feeling.