Don't get me wrong...

Don't get me wrong, I love my ladies in boot camp. However there is one in every bunch. The morning bunch- not so much. It's 5:30- too damned early to piss and moan.

The night bunch is a different story. One woman, in my opinion on the skinny side, talks about diet all the time. She's fussing over the "3 pounds I've gained since my trip to Crested Butte" for a month. Her clothes fit the same so I suggest muscle mass, lower body fat, yadda yadda. Nope. Fuss fuss fuss. She picked her trainer because she is the skinniest. Not because she has the most expierence, but skinniest. It goes without saying the woman has a thyroid problem and her eyes are literally PROTRUDING from her skull. She longs to be so thin she can eat anything and not gain a pound.

What a waste of time. I'd rather have my curves. Men like them better anyway! I swear women starve to impress other women.

Tonight she ate her freaking wheaties before she came. Piss and moan about 3 pounds, what diet, Obama is the man (not saying he's not, but HELLO! You're in the bible belt sister!) Weight weight, "Oh this is hard for me" blah blah blah. At the end, nobody was talking except for her (HINT! If you are the only one talking- SHUT UP!) and one client says "I don't think I can take much more of her. She's driving me crazy". This comes from a very Christian, I-donate- platletes-for-free-because-God-blessed-me-with-a-good-blood type-woman.

This wonderful place where I live has great schools, convienent shopping, nice neighborhoods and most people make a well above average living. But the women are batshit crazy!