You Do You

I went to Rite Aid tonight. This was the exchange with the cashier.

Cashier: Deodorant and a Hershey bar?
Me: Yep.
Cashier: That's so random, deodorant and a Hershey bar.
Me: It's that kind of a night.
Cashier: I can't even think of what you'd do with deodorant and a Hershey bar.

I wanted to be like OKAY YOU CAUGHT ME! I'M USING THE DEODORANT AS A COVER TO BUY A FREAKING HERSHEY BAR, ALRIGHT?!

You work at Rite Aid, what purchase isn't random? Would he have felt better if I had bought that one size fits all shirt and a chia pet?

So, I saved up my little carbs today so I could have half a Hershey bar. It's been carb linked with my high protein dinner. I'm defensive. Let me explain.

I went to the gym with my carb henna. I was working out with a trainer, when her friend approaches and starts working out at the same machine unit. This girl is talking to the trainer and sees my henna. She points to my henna and turns to my trainer.
"Carbs, seriously? Oh, my, gosh, do you SEE this?"

Not in a "Haha" how cute, but in a "I can't believe you dare walk into a gym with this, what is wrong with you" kind of way.

My trainer laughed it off and had me explain my new diet. The girl looked at me like I was the dumbest person ever. She continued to workout by me, talking about how she NEVER eats carbs after 4, and that she "totally broke (her) rule yesterday, I had popcorn and crackers and peanut butter last night. I was so bad." My trainer explains my circuit to me, and the girl starts doing some of my workouts (hello, rude) and was like "Really 40lbs for this? It feels like 15lbs, so light," and gives me the look like I'm the weakest person ever. Luckily my trainer said she hadn't set it up for me yet.  My trainer complained how her butt looked big in her shorts, I said I wished I had that problem, then the girl said, "You could, work out."

If I wasn't in the middle of a hard workout, and this woman wasn't my trainer's friend, maybe I would have said something. I really should have. I don't understand this judgment culture we have with people and their bodies/strength/fat to muscle ratio/whatever.

Yesterday I was working out with my trainer and she pointed to two curvier women on the ellipticals.
Her: You see them? They're dance instructors.
Me: Oh, really?
Her: Yeah, can you believe it?
Me: Yeah...
Her: I just think that if you teach a fitness class, you should actually look fit.
Me: We don't know what they're going through. Also, I would feel so comfortable going to their class, because she looks more like me.
Her: My sister says one of them comes in with a large frappuccino, every day.
Me: I can't say anything, I mean, I work out, but people wouldn't necessarily think that because I'm curvier.
Her: Yeah, but you're muscular. It's different.
Me: (Shrugs) We don't know what they're going through.

I need bigger balls, no one should talk like that. I tried to gently defend them. I always thought it was crazy when people said they wouldn't go to a gym because they felt like they'd be judged. I didn't think this actually happened - I mean, until I was a member of a boxing gym at home in NC, that made me feel VERY judged - but that's another story.

Can we all just follow the philosophy of "You do you"?

This post was just supposed to be about Rite Aid, I'll get off my Soap Box now. Plus Hannibal is about to start...

Oh, on another note, I lost the back of my earring, and when I took my bra off tonight...I found it. Awesome.