My Gym Mommy — Treats Me Like A Kid- ((top))

One evening after a heavy squat session, Jenna found Melissa sitting on a bench with a foam roller, her face soft with concern. “You okay?” Melissa asked. The question was casual as a weather report. Jenna looked at her and felt a small, hot thing—irritation, then recognition.

Jenna tried to push back subtly. She thanked Melissa for the hoodie and declined the offered tea. She started logging her own macros and replying to texts with measured answers. “Got it,” she wrote once, and waited for the waters to calm. But Melissa persisted with a kindness that felt inexplicable and inexhaustible—an insistence that Jenna receive care whether she wanted it or not. My Gym Mommy Treats Me Like A Kid-

Beginners often feel overwhelmed. Having a "mommy" figure tell them exactly what to do removes the stress of planning. One evening after a heavy squat session, Jenna