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The day started out nice…. 

I grabbed my honey-do list this morning and headed to town with a spring in my step.  I was determined to get the exercise routine ball rolling.  Little did I know that a brick wall called “policy” was looming in the distance.  First stop, college gym.

Me:  “Hi, I’m here to sign up for the gym!”

Gym Bunny:  “Umm…dude, how much do you weigh?”

Me:  “Why?”

Gym Bunny:  “The equipment has limited weight capacity”

Me:  “Meaning?”

Gym Bunny:  “Meaning, (exasperated tone) you might be too heavy for the equipment”

::crickets chirping::

Me:  “I beg your pardon?”

Gym Bunny:  “Look mister, I don’t make the rules, I just follow them!  (she says angrily)

I would like to point out that I wasn’t angry.  Embarrassed and flabbergasted?  Yes.  Angry?  Not yet.

Me:  What is the weight limit?

Gym Bunny:  Sir, you’ll have to come back on Monday when the Administator is here. 

Me:  But….

Gym Bunny:  You’re holding up the line.  I told you to come back Monday.  I. Can’t. Help. You. 

I left.  Headed straight home.  Defeated.  People were laughing at me as I was leaving.  Being the drama queen that I am, I cried most of the way home.  Thank goodness for sunglasses.

I get home and I’m greeted with homemade lasagna and meatballs.  My aunt made them.  She’s Sicilian and it takes four days to make her lasagna.  This is a recipe for disaster.  My emotional state and my aunt’s superlative Sicilian cooking skills.

I went to my room.  I have the door barricaded.  That lasagna will not get me!  :p

It’s tough being a fat person ::sigh::