I went down to the locker room breathless and almost panting, after one intense workout. It had been a while since I pushed myself that hard but with the wedding coming up and the dreaded dress fitting somewhere in the near future, I need to lose some (read a lot) of weight.
What I didn’t expect was the following to happen.
“Hi! How are you?” I said to the housekeeper who sits in the corner of the ladies’ locker room. This is nothing new, I always greet her or any of the woman that happen to be on duty when I’m there.
“Good, and you?”
“Good,” I reply, open my locker, pack up my things and grab my gym bag, ready to go. Just as I’m about to exit, I hear her voice, “Did you stop coming?” she asks.
“No. Maybe I’ll stop for one week, but I always come back.”
“Because I see you all the time, and you’re still the same,” she says with concern.
“What do you mean?”
“You haven’t lost any weight. All that effort is going to waste.” Her tone is a bit more stern as she refers to my heavy breathing and red face.
Puzzled, I reply, “Maybe it’s the food. I love food. I’m probably not eating right.”
“You should diet,” she says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Because I can just wake up one day and magically lose weight because I’m on a diet. I tried hard not to roll my eyes. There’s a reason why I dislike gym locker rooms, and why after two and a half years, I don’t talk to anyone there.
“You’ve lost weight in your hips and thighs, but your stomach, nothing.”
“Uhhh, yeah, thanks for pointing that out. I’ll try harder. See you next time. Bye!”
With that, I left the gym, wondering why she truly felt the need to weigh in (pun intended) on my issues and my figure. Maybe she’s been talking to the salesladies that I’ve encountered while shopping for a wedding dress? All I know is that now I’m under even more scrutiny to shed before I wed.