Happy Butts
I'm feeling a little sassy today and well, when this happens I like to spread the love, so to speak. It's been a crazy work week already (yesterday I worked 16 hours) and generally felt dejected when I went to bed, but this morning I woke up with a new lease on life, spent 40 minutes on the spin bike, did 75 minutes of PT then came in the office a conquered a situation that has been wearing on me for months. Now you might think this whole thing is going to be sunshine and roses, but you've all met me, so.........
Work is silly - it's really not a big deal, lots of corporate politics and posturing, but really nothing worth talking about. No no, rather than whining about my job where they are paying me quite a lot of money to do a busy work I am going to instead chose to rant about skinny people, fat-shaming. OK, so that might be a little harsh, but I did come perilously close to demonstrating a roundhouse kick to the kidney as a result of a 22-year-old's lament about cellulite.
One of the contract project managers I work with (we will call her Ms. M) is also a Zumba and RIPPED (that's a class not a reference to her body) instructor, so when she sees me come into the office from PT wearing workout clothes we naturally stop and chat about workouts, my progress and when I can join her classes (November, for the hundredth time the answer is still f*ing November) and that's when the cute little 22-year old intern joins the conversation and asks Ms. M if Zumba would help her get rid of her cellulite. Since Ms. M is actually a nice human being, so she engages this comment by saying "oh, you're so young and cute where could you possibly have any cellulite" (Lucky for all of us I didn't respond in my out loud voice "BITCH please you don't even know what cellulite is!") Perky little intern says that she has "dimples on her butt." At this point, I couldn't refrain any longer and I said (in my out loud voice) "HA! Dimples on your butt! I have lots of those, that's just my butt smiling because it's really happy to see you"
Blank stare.......
Pretty sure that intern will never discuss cellulite within 50-miles of me again.
Ms. M stopped by a few minutes later to give me a high-five.
Finally, this morning I received an email with this headline.....
Why Your Morning Coffee Could Be Making You FAT....
I am going to assume that none of you received this email, but just in case you are hearing this nonsense I wanted to assure you that "My morning coffee" is NOT making you fat. Unfortunately, I cannot attest for anything you are ingesting, but I wanted to assure you that MY morning coffee is good for you, very good. I might even (I would, I so totally would) say that MY coffee is a veritable fountain of youth. You're Welcome! teehe
Until next time
XOXO