Sometimes I hate my gym pt. 3 Allrite, yet another entry into the annals of how a gym can be fucking shit sometimes. My gym, which overall is better than most other gyms (and thus I have no choice but to go there), features several annoying things that I have elucidated on here before.  Part 1 Part 2 Recently, probably because it's autumn and thus all the fatties come rushing in to put in their symbolic 3 pointless sessions of zumba/dance/yoga, I have noticed a very disturbing practice by the gym in question: Fat trainers.  I mean, wtf? How does porkers get a job as trainers at a fucking gym? The staff at a gym should be inspirational, not fucking lardasses. But yet, here they were. In my gym, by far the single largest space is used as a "common room" (I'm Norwegian, so I don't know the English word) where women and the occasional gay guy gather to pretend to work out with their yoga/zumba/dance/"core"/etc classes. This room is glassed in, so that everyone who're actually working out with weights/treadmill/cycling looks straight into the various classes. Usually, at least in the past, the trainer who led the various classes (yoga, etc) was super-fit and led the groups by outperforming any of them (i.e. showing how to properly do the exercises). Recently, however, these trainers have been replaced by fat women. These disgusting fatties are there in front, sweating profusely while their lard juggles all over the place. It's pitiful. More and more (again, probably due to the season) of the groups are composed of fatties in tights and I fucking wish the manager(s) would show some humanity and put some goddamn curtains in so that I won't feel like vomiting while I am lifting weights.