Apparently, it's necessary to eat back the calories while exercising This morning, I went to the gym because my employer started some new employee health initiative. The instant I walk in, I'm reminded of why I prefer non-gym workouts. It's a small gym, and a huge portion of the equipment is taken up by people who are barely using it. In particular, not a single treadmill is going faster than 3 mph, and you can probably guess the size of the users. I'm stuck waiting for something to be open, and eventually someone extremely fat stops her treadmill, grabs a large McDonald's bag that was sitting on the treadmill, and slowly gets off. I walk up the machine, get on, start it, and almost immediately fall over onto the bottle holder attached to the controls, which left a nice bruise on my tummy. The machine stops automatically, and I look down to see smashed fries and a two smashed chicken nuggets on the treads, which coated the treadmill in grease. By this point, McDonald's bag is sitting down nearby and has pulled a full box of fries and some monstrously large burger. I limp over to the receptionist, who is equally fat, and tell her what happened. She said, basically, that they'd clean the treadmill but couldn't do anything about the cause of the mess because I didn't see her drop the food. As I'm heading to my car at the fastest pace I can manage, I catch up to the fat girl. She notices me, turns to face me, and asks me why I was fat shaming her. I'm in pain and nauseous because of her, so I keep limping. She gets in front of me tells me that by coming into her safe space, I was fat shaming her. How a gym of all places qualifies as a safe space I have no idea. I just go around her. She then starts yelling at me as I get into my car, but I'm not really paying attention because I just want to get home.  But because I still haven't addressed her obviously bullshit question, she stands right behind my car to stop me from pulling away. That might have worked had the car in front of me not left at the same time. I pull forward and see her going back into the gym. Because this is the only gym eligible for the program, I'm a little worried about whether that fat girl is going to get me kicked out. But mostly, I'm still nauseous from having hard plastic slammed into my intestines, and seriously angry that I had to cancel my plans with my boyfriend who's been away on business travel for the last two months. And the person responsible is going to get away with it.