I’m up to 21 minutes on the elliptical trainer now, which will seem barely average to some folks, but it’s effing stellar for a 300+ pound Hot Mess Princess wearing sweatpants that have been sewn back together so many times I call them my “Frankenpants”. Soon I’ll be at 22 minutes…and then 23 minutes…and then 24. This, my friends, is how a badass is built.
When I was done with my cardio today, I walked out of my gym with a spring in my step and a smile on my face. Another day closer to my goal. I’m a bit healthier today than I was yesterday. Tomorrow, I’ll be even healthier. Ready or not, world, here I come.
As I stepped off the curb, a beat up Honda went speeding by and the guy behind the wheel glared at me and yelled “Lose some weight, stupid fat ass!”
Do I feel stupid. This guy really showed me, didn’t he? I mean…here I’ve been wondering why I have to buy such huge pants and all I needed was for some douchy teenager in his Mom’s beat up old Honda to swing by and tell me to lose weight. I had no idea until he said it. Mind. Blown.
Shit. I feel like a class-A dumbass. Thank God he crossed my path and got through to me.
Most people have to pay a doctor, nutritionist, or personal trainer for such learned advice – but I got it for free. I am the luckiest stupid fat ass in the world. He sped off so fast that I didn’t have a minute to thank him for reaching out. The least I could have done was buy him a new carton of cigarettes. I’m not sure which brand it was that he was smoking, but it sure made him look all grown-up ‘n shit when he was speeding through the parking lot.
The world is full of haters, peeps, but don’t let it get you down. As much as I’m still shocked by this kind of behavior, I’m not going to let it bother me. I did say a silent prayer that he’s either rendered completely sterile or at least fails to produce offspring until he evolves into a decent human being – but I don’t think that was out of line.
There aren’t many people clueless enough to yell “Lose some weight” to a person who is exiting a gym. What the hell did he think I was doing in there…looking for food?
I sure hope he forgives me for stepping off that curb while he was driving 50 miles an hour in the parking lot. While I’m asking for forgiveness, maybe I should apologize for yelling back “Suck it, pinky dick!”
Or not. I’m good either way.
3 thoughts on “Don’t Let the Assholes Get You Down, Peeps!”
Bwahahahaha!! I can so hear you yelling that at him! You know, I think you’re one of the bravest people on FB. Guys like that, they are so insecure in their own lives they feel they have to degrade perfect strangers. And yea, he can’t be too bright yelling that at you as you walk out of the gym. But I’m not telling you anything you don’t know. So go listen to Katy Perry’s “Roar” or Sara Barielles “Brave”, cause you own that chit. On a positive note, I started a new workout yesterday that kicked.my.ass. I hurt so bad, my everything is sore. And my bedroom? Upstairs. Like a boss I’ll be crawling up those puppies tonight. Whoot!!!
I am sorry to hear this happened to you – in the small town I grew up in (and promptly left as soon as I hit 18!), non-whites were very much in the minority and I had the “pleasure” of receiving similar treatments.
These people are cowards. They would only dare say such things if enclosed within the safety of their car so they can drive away quickly, or behind the anonymity of the internet.
You are the better person than this prick, who was probably stopped by the traffic police that day and got booked for speeding.
Hi there! Some people! As you said, he is obviously a little short on many things…
You; however, showed that you are strong and beautiful no matter what any drive-by insult-shooting meathead boy will say! 🙂
I had a similar experience while walking for exercise in the park. A group of teens made fun of and said profane things to me (in front of my then 7 year old daughter!) about how my bottom looked while I walked. Admittedly, my bum isn’t the prettiest sight in yoga pants, but really, I was trying to make it look better! When I turned around to challenge them, they were even more rude. !!! It was a teachable moment for my little girl as I told her that we can’t control what people say to us, but we CAN control our attitude about it. My husband; however, went to search for them to give them a bit of a ‘lesson’, but lucky for the kids, they had gone. I have to confess that I was a bit disappointed…
More importantly, GREAT JOB on the exercise and I rejoice with you! That feeling after a tough workout is amazing. 🙂
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