Jalepeno Beans, Poop, and Other People's Sneakers

  If nutrition and fitness were easy, we'd all have six packs. End of story. But it's not. Every person I meet has their own story. Their own trials and tribulations that keeps them going not for the six pack on the tummies, but the six pack in the fridge. I'm not saying everyone should have a six pack, and to "get off your asses now" and "lose the excuses" and "calories don't burn themselves!" Ugh, I really hate those sayings. Sure, sure, sure, for some people that level of negativity and anger is just the swift kick in the balls that they need to get to the gym. I see it as a set-up for self-loathing and body issues. Nothings more depressing than picturing a starving person crying over the bite of doughnut they just ate, then eating the rest of the doughnut because they're crying. But I digress...
  Anyways, back to walking a mile in someone else's gym shoes. This morning, we were at the gym and my daughter declined to poop in a timely manner and ended up covered in it. I threw away the panties, wrapped up the dress, and searched the diaper bag. Nothing. Nada. Not a single thing, except some giant socks. Thought about putting those on her like pants, but didn't see that going anywhere. Knew if I put my son's diapers on her, she'd freak out, and my son's in a possessive stage now anyways. Didn't need him screaming, running and trying to rip it off her. Ended up wrapping her in my windbreaker. There went the option of going into the grocery store for some healthy grub. Hello, McDonalds. They can't judge me here! Later, once pants have been restored, we do go to the grocery store. Start off in produce, making it down aisle 7, when my daughter begins gagging and hacking. Suddenly she throws up.
"What happened? Why did you throw up?!"
"I ate something."
"What did you eat?"
"A jalapeño-bean. It was hot!"
You see. Lord knows what that other person is going through trying to get to the gym and eat healthy. Not everyone can just pop off to the grocery store, at least not without some stressful incident. Can't stick a pants-less child in the gym daycare. Give credit where credit is due. Maybe they didn't get to the gym five times a week, but they got there today. They'll try again tomorrow. Keep trying. We're all in the same boat. Be it a desk job, traveling a lot, small children, long commute. The list goes on. Just keep trying. And laugh. Do lots of that, burns some calories. ; )

                 

My daughter in her windbreaker skirt. My son getting mad behind her.