There are times when I love being a grown up...and again other times when the kid in me shows up and doesn't want to leave. I can be pretty immature at times, often at the wrong time, and usually when I am somewhere important. I love to laugh. I can't hardly overhear someone laughing without joining in. There is just something absolutely wonderful about a great laugh, and there is the added benefit of the ab workout that happens when you really laugh hard. Because I try to stay on the sunny side of the street, with my rose colored glasses on, I usually can find something to smile about in a situation. A few years ago I had an MRI done on my head, checking for a cause for my headaches (thankfully, nothing was found, I have Migraines), and when the report was relayed to me, the Dr. told me that I have a young brain. Now I have a reason to be the way I am. TA DAAAA! The reason I bothered you with all this information is because something happened at the gym tonight that I usually think is funny.
At the first Thursday meeting for the HCC people, the dietitian talked to us about increasing our fiber, including fruit, vegetables, and adding beans to our diet. She also informed us that the meeting we were at would most likely be the best smelling meeting of the program. That when you increase the amount of raw foods you consume, your stomach will act different, and your gut will process foods much more efficiently. That is such a polite way to say that you will most likely smell a like a farm animal! She was not kidding! And the noises that your stomach makes when food is being processed....kind of whiny, squeaky, orca sound....weird! We were sitting at a meeting last Thursday, and I could hear someones stomach munching away on whatever they had eaten, from a table away! Good Grief!!! I think the human body is extraordinary and makes some really neat sounds.
So, here we were in the man gym, and Ron has us doing the usual circuit work out. LOTS of squats, lunges, jumping jacks, bar work, and various other forms of torture. When it came time to do the ab stuff we got our mats down, and flung ourselves around the area. I usually try to position myself so that my legs aren't in danger of kicking anyone should I happen to flail around. Today I happened to have my head pointed away from the rest of the group. All of the sudden someone, I truly don't know who, farted. Now, I know that it is normal, and everyone does it, but this was....almost....musical! It sounded a little like a bugle - da doot da dooo! All of the sudden, I was thinking of some of the terms we use to describe what had just happened. Who stepped on a duck? It was a barking frog! Who cut the cheese? It was the dog! Pull my finger! It wasn't me!!!! It was while all these thoughts were zipping around in my head that I realized, no one said a thing, not a single word, and I think the music even stopped. I was at that awkward moment where the rubber was meeting the road. If someone started to laugh...at all...even a snicker....I was done for. Instead this is how things are handled in the land of grown ups.
No one did anything except for what Ron asked us to do at the time, myself included. We were doing the plank exercise, so with the exception of the person that poofed and Ron, no one else knew who it was. Like I mentioned before about not wanting to throw up at a work out, I would not want to have a gas attack either. I would be so embarrassed and if someone laughed, I would fall apart. So we did what grown ups usually do, and that was nothing. We kept working out, and sweated, and v-upped, and crunched, and push upped, until we were done. At the end of the work out, we high fived each other for a job well done, and made plans to see each other Wednesday, same time, same place.
While I like being immature and laughing, I also appreciate the idea of being accepted, no matter what you look like, sound like, or even smell like. Bring on the broccoli, celery, whole wheat bread...I'm ready for you!
Tomorrow at the man gym at 6:00...I can't wait to see what's next, and because it was great, I ate a fiber filled apple on the way home too!
Kelly
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