Are you serious??? Did that really just happen?

I love my Sundays, Tuesdays, and Fridays.  Those are mama's gym nights.  It is an hour of nothing but me the exercise equipment, and my iPod with whatever musical treats I am giving myself at the moment.  Can't wait for tax time and to get my 32 gig but that is beside the point.  This past Sunday was awesome...hit the gym, finishing up my 5k training.  Did one of my best times yet....I actually walked a 16 minute mile.  Made an oops on the elliptical and instead of doing 11 minutes like planned...9 mins plus the cool down.  I punched in 11 mins add the cool down and I hit 14.  Well hey, I survived it and plan to stick with that number till Sunday and up it to 16.   So I am in awesome mood and feeling real good.  Apartment Complex gym actually filled up and I met some new people....except for here is my are you fucking serious moment.  I am a plus sized...ah hell I am a fat ass.  Yes I am losing it and trimming down, but it takes time, effort, dedication, and a whole lot of sideline cheering from friends and family. On the recumbent bike which is located behind the treadmill and the elliptical sat a female who was well a fellow fat ass.  She was humming along on the bike, and just as I stepped off treadmill wiped it down and proceeded to set myself up at elliptical...with a brief moment between songs I heard....Fuck That come from her.  HUH????? Now I don't know if she was talking about the time I spent on treadmill and the fact I had walked 2.5 miles in 45 mins, I don't know if she was talking about the switch of machines, or is she had heard me tell the other women I met I worked out 6 days a week.  But I get skinny bitches of America putting us down for not being able to do do what they do, I get that yes she was there trying to fix her issues, and I get that maybe some people are in the first leg of the weight loss journey...but for a fellow fat ass to just flat out be that crude over what I was doing...well was I being punked????? Did that really just happen???  My favorite part of this whole experience was leaving the gym.  Again I am pumped...hit amazing strides in my workout, only a week left till my 5k....and this fellow fat ass rolled her eyes at me as I grabbed my stuff wiped down my machines and left.  I thought about  stopping and asking what her problem was...I thought about asking her if she wanted some tips...and then walked out the door.  See I told this story here because I wanted to put it out there....haters and disbelievers come in all sizes.  The more someone says fuck that, you can't do it....the harder you have to push to show them oh yes I can.  She can sit on that little bike and push the pedals and work her ass off, but inside she is not at the level I am on.  For the first time in my life, I think I am pretty, I think I am worth the effort I am putting into this, for the first time in my life....I am a fucking Diva.  Yes I still have a few cosmetic things to fix...all in good time. I am willing to push myself harder then I have ever pushed before and by March of 2014...I will be 140....the smallest I have been since probably I was in 7th grade.  

So to wrap this up....you can do whatever you set yourself up to do as long as you are willing to put in the time, effort, dedication, and are willing to develop the thick skin that you will need to go along with it.

Happy Dieting!!!