Hanging Up My Robe

A friend called the other day. He was laughing when I picked up the call.

Me: Hello there, happy person.

He: You are soooo busted.

Me: For what?

He: I saw you pulling into Taco Bell the other day.

Me: Sorry to spoil your party, but that wasn’t me.

He: Yes it was. I was right beside you when you pulled into the turn lane.

Me: I haven’t been to Taco Bell in a couple of years. I don’t know who you saw, but it wasn’t me.

For the sake of brevity, I’ll skip all the “Yes, it was”/”No, it wasn’t” that followed, including my offer to look up the blog entry and tell him the exact date I was last at Taco Bell. (Note: I looked later–it was July 10, 2008.)

He: All I know is that you were there this past Monday around lunchtime.

Even though I was reasonably certain that I hadn’t been to Taco Bell, I went through the exercise of trying to remember where I was at that time on that day. I had to laugh when I realized what he’d seen:

24hr fitness sign

Entrance to my gym, handily shared with the Taco Bell in the background

My friend saw me turning into this entrance and assumed I was going to Taco Bell! Even knowing me as well as he does, it apparently didn’t occur to him that I’d be going to the 24 Hour Fitness indicated on the ginormous sign! To be fair, he didn’t know I had changed gyms, but still…

I tried to be peeved about it, but a) it was kind of funny, and b) it’s not like I never jumped to a wrong conclusion before. In fact, I’m pretty sure I medaled in it at the last Bad Behavior Olympics. (Bronze, but at least I was on the podium.) But I’m better than that now. Right?

Yes, I am better about not jumping to conclusions or judging people without knowing the facts. Better, not perfect. If I’m honest, I have to admit that my most troublesome area is what others are doing with respect to food and exercise. Or rather, what I think people are doing.

I evaluate shopping carts, I roll my eyes at how long someone has been sitting at a weight machine (as opposed to, you know, using it)(ooh, I did it again), or cringe when I hear someone ordering extra cheese or mayo. Ignoring, for a moment, that whatever they’re doing is none of my business, there are many possibilities for why they’re doing it. Maybe all those cookies in the cart are for an end-of-school class party. Maybe that woman who uses the machine for 1 minute and rests for 5 is recovering from surgery. Maybe that extra cheese is that person’s equivalent of Cake Day.

It took my friend’s funny accusations the other day to remind me of the truth in the old warning against judging a book by its cover.

Not to mention that bible verse about judging not so that I’ll not be judged.

And that Einstein quote about judge-y types being “shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.”

Nope, I think it’s time to hang up my robe, turn in my gavel, and step down from the bench. I don’t know if it’s quitting while I’m ahead or fear of that god-laughter, but it feels like the right thing to do.

18 thoughts on “Hanging Up My Robe

  1. I won the gold…maybe it is time for me to put away my medal.
    .-= Kimberley´s last blog ..The Pool is Open! =-.

  2. Oh I have done it too! As recently as yesterday while I sat at the end of my physical therapy with ice on my shoulder and watched a gentleman doing bicep curls with horrible form. Sigh.

  3. I do it all the time with eating habits. Why would she have bread, fries and fried chicken when she is already obese… Actually its none of mu business. Thats so true.
    .-= Mbini´s last blog ..Fitness Journal Day10 =-.

  4. I think that many of us in this weight game are more apt to judge others because we have had so much practice judging (criticizing) ourselves. I’ve noticed that people who don’t have a lot of hang-ups about themselves, don’t see “flaws” in other people. Oh, to be like that naturally…..

  5. Aw, but snap judgements are so fun. Shoot.

    *I’ve* been to Taco Bell. Sometimes I get the pinto’s and cheese or (worse) a diet pepsi. Good thing your friend didn’t bust me.

    How flattering to have someone so intrigued by your actions!

  6. Oh, Cammy, lol!

    I’ve got a constant reminder of when I’m being judgmental or selfish or having an impatient reaction about someone that doesn’t go as soon as the light turns green. Say hello to my little friend Jared! ha ha I’ve had to turn around more than once and say, “mommy shouldn’t have said (insert phrase here) or done (insert action here)” or “We need to give people the benefit of the doubt” Nothing like a 5 year old to hold up a mirror to my face and show me for who I am. Sometimes, it ain’t so pretty! :)

  7. That’s pretty funny! Tell him that unless he’s right behind you as you go through the drive-thru, you’re innocent! But Taco Bell does have that fresco menu thing, recommended by the Flat Belly Diet. There are several low-cal options that aren’t high fat.

    I often wonder who is judging me when I’m grocery shopping and going through the Taco Bell drive thru for my kids. (I truly hate their food, can’t even stand the SMELL of it, but I love my children, so I do get it for them, gagging the whole time.) Since my son needs 4000 calories per day, he needs high cal, high fat foods because of his CF. My daughter has no CF, but is a slip of a thing and needs to eat more, too. Then I’m buying low-fat healthy stuff for my hubby and I, along with Oreos and Chips Ahoy and Hungry Man dinners for the kids. So I tend not to look at other people in judgment. But in other ways, totally guilty. 😉 My daughter and I bonded while getting snippy and judging people while walking around Sea World.
    .-= MamaBearJune´s last blog ..HYC Check in – 181.4 =-.

  8. I just can’t help but notice what people are eating and how they are exercising. BUT, I try really hard not to judge because I know how it feels to be weight challenged.

    i don’t want to be the judge either.

  9. I can be so judgemental at times!!! I am really bad. And the worst part is that since I know how judgemental I am, I assume that everyone else is judging me too! I have to remind myself often to stop!

  10. Oh man, I love eyeing people’s shopping carts at the grocery store … for better or worse. But maybe I should keep my eyes on my own cart. But people watching is in my soul – is it possible to watch and not judge? (Open question!)
    .-= Monica´s last blog ..Tomates Farcies (Stuffed Tomatoes) =-.

  11. My cart must look like someone with multiple personality disorder! In my household it is like 3 completely different lifestyles going on, my husband is a fanatic for sweets and chips. My daughter loves her juice, cereal and pb&j, and I am fruits, veggies, whole grains and lean proteins.

    What I don’t like is when the checker starts commenting on the food – that sounds like a judgement to me.
    .-= Brightside-Susan´s last blog ..TRUE CONFESSIONS TIME =-.

  12. Sidebar, Judge, from the bar:

    A ginormous part of my profession involves advocating a client’s side, even without knowing all of the facts. Yet to properly counsel a client, I have to carefully analyze what we know and what we DON’T know (which the client often doesn’t want to hear) to help the client make an informed decision and seek remedies that are available. I have to wear two hats: one as an advocate and one as a counselor at the same time, and boy do they come in conflict a lot! On my fierce litigation days, I find myself quietly judging others at the grocery store b/c I’m still in that mode, on other days, at the same store, I find myself in an almost zen-like state of open mindedness.

    Great post…this got me thinking. And that whole Taco Bell misunderstanding is hilarious.
    .-= camevil´s last blog ..Wednesday Weigh-In 5/19/2010 and BRB =-.

  13. Oh my, now that is funny! And a good reminder that we shouldn’t judge. I find myself judging carts too. I never used to notice them before changing what I eat and my lifestyle but I do now. I have to often remind myself to STOP JUDGING even though it is a natural human thing to do. :)
    .-= Anonymous Fat Girl´s last blog ..Carpe Diem: the story of my cherry blossom tattoo =-.

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