So, I went to the gym after work today, first time in a while, besides a yoga class the other night. Then, I went to a weight watchers meeting near the gym. Or at least I attempted to go. The women were so excited when they saw new blood, but when I told them I signed up for the online program, they became very cold. I think they must work on commission. They said you can’t do both the online and meeting versions of weight watchers, unless you sign up in person and do the meetings first then online to supplement that. Bullshit, I say. But I didn’t say. I just said the website & tv ad invited me to sit in on a free meeting, and that is what I would like to do. Fine they say, reluctantly. So I get a nametag, with GUEST written across it under my name. I ask, can I weigh in? NO, only members can be weighed. Bullsh*t again, but I don’t say it. I go to sit down at the meeting. I’m early, because I thought I’d be getting weighed in, so I read for a few mins (Flux). I am boiling inside. I got up and left. I wanted to give them a peice of my mind and tell them how rude they were and how bad they made me feel, I wanted to yell at all the women coming in the door, that they didn’t have to take it, but I didn’t, I held it in – because when I’m mad, it never comes out as eloquently as I’d like it to. Anyhow, I’ll stick with the online, and Janet, my personal weight watchers coach at work.
Inspiration . . .