Cranky Pants or The Return of Dr. Evil?

Dr. Evil. Photo courtesy of Google Images.
Dr. Evil. Photo courtesy of Google Images.

I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. I personally feel that making resolutions is just another way to set myself up for failure. I did set some goals for my writing, but I think of goals more as something to strive for than to actually achieve. Ergo, if I don’t make all my goals, I have not failed. I will celebrate the successes I did actually have.

I did, however, make one vow to myself: I would try to be more kind and compassionate when faced with extreme stress or disappointment. And here is it, the second day of the New Year, and I have failed. Epically.

Or have I?

Am I to blame for losing my cool at the gym today, or have I been re-possessed by Dr. Evil? Let’s take a look at the evidence.

First, an underlying current of negativity has been stalking me all week, even before the New Year arrived with no apparent cause.

Second, I confirmed with Renata at the gym on Tuesday that the new yoga instructor would be starting on Thursday. Now, let me point out—and this is important—that the type of yoga we practice is an intense form of Vinyasa yoga. We leave class sweaty and trembling from the workout.

And so, when I showed up for yoga today at 6:00AM and was told that the format of the class had changed from Yoga to Power Pilates, I was not a happy camper. I marched (stomped, really) out to the front desk and had a word with Ms. Renata, who informed me that I’d need to speak to the Group Exercise Director.

“Alright then,” I said. “Where is she?” “Oh,” Renata says, “she’s never here this early.”

Didn’t think so.

Cranky Pants

And then, because the only foot attire I’d worn was my Ugg boots, I decided I might as well do the Power Pilates class. Just this once. And after 15 minutes of stretching our toes (seriously), I left, a trail of smoke fanning out behind me.

And later this morning (it was around 10:30), when I called to speak to Jenna? Right, she wasn’t in yet. So I left her a lovely little message. I wonder if she’ll actually call me back.

What do you think? You be the judge. Have I completely and utterly failed at my vow to be kind and compassionate in the face of disappointment, or have I in fact been re-possesed by Dr. Evil?



5 comments on… “Cranky Pants or The Return of Dr. Evil?”

  1. I think you had a perfect right to complain As a gym rat myself I know how disappointing it can be if classes are switched without notice And here’s the thing, no one seems to care

  2. I completely empathize with your frustration… And anger No ifs ands or buts, you certainly have a right to be frustrated. How you react to that frustration is another story .
    I wonder…. if you find yourself analyzing wherher your reactions are appropriate, then you are probably not reacting the way you truly want yourself to react.
    Truat your gut. It usually kmows what your head hasnt yet figured out. And “when in doubt choose kindness.”

    Unless they are sucker holing you. If they are doing that… Then thats a whole other blog 🙂

  3. Nancy J.

    OK, now I understand why you need an Etch-a-Sketch 🙂 …. I feel your pain on one hand. You depended on this class. You liked it. It met your needs. You got up at 6 a.m. ready to sweat. Then…. they switched it on you without notice. That’s reason for dissapointment. I get it. …. When I get really mad (or shall I say, crazy mad), I will often step back and try to figure out the root of my anger. Were you really angry at Jenna? Did she have any power over this situation? Maybe she was as shocked as you? Or do you have an underlying buzz of anger from something else? Anger is an important thing to ponder, especially if you’re really seeking kindness and compassion. See, you’re already ahead!

  4. You have not failed my friend. Someone screwed up royally and it created havoc in your life. Cranky pants or Dr. Evil or whatever, that is unacceptable. Especially if this is a gym you have been attending regularly, you should have been given more consideration.

    That’s just wrong.

    Not get over it and move on!

    Patricia Rickrode
    w/a Jansen Schmidt

  5. Marianne

    Blame it on a need for sugar detoxification is what my Yoga teacher would have told you, and your humor of it all just cracked me!

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