My Gym Mommy Treats Me Like A Kid- <Exclusive>
Before I even touch the barbell, she’s checking my form. If my knees cave an inch, she’s there with a "Sweetie, we’ve talked about this." I feel like I’m five years old being told to tie my shoes, except the shoes are 225-pound squats. The Snack Factor: I mentioned I felt a little lightheaded once.
She treats me like a kid—reminds me to be careful, praises me for small wins, and makes sure I don’t ego lift into an injury. And for the first time in years, I feel like someone’s looking out for me. My Gym Mommy Treats Me Like A Kid-
Bring your own water, chalk, and belt. The less you rely on her "mom bag," the more you establish yourself as an equal. Before I even touch the barbell, she’s checking my form
Before I even touch the barbell, she’s checking my form. If my knees cave an inch, she’s there with a "Sweetie, we’ve talked about this." I feel like I’m five years old being told to tie my shoes, except the shoes are 225-pound squats. The Snack Factor: I mentioned I felt a little lightheaded once.
She treats me like a kid—reminds me to be careful, praises me for small wins, and makes sure I don’t ego lift into an injury. And for the first time in years, I feel like someone’s looking out for me.
Bring your own water, chalk, and belt. The less you rely on her "mom bag," the more you establish yourself as an equal.