I’d recognize the tan legs and Nikes from a mile away. I’m usually quite a sociable person, but I would have done just about anything to avoid this next conversation. There was no way around it…..no way of denying that I was clearly deciding on what flavor of ice cream to purchase when the manager from my gym spotted me.
“Michelle?” she asked, “is that you?” Part of her uncertainty probably arose from the fact that I had my head stuck as far as I could into the freezer, hoping the frost on the door would hide me from this humiliation. The other part is that I’ve probably gained 50 pounds since I saw her last.
You’ll notice I haven’t blogged about my trips to the gym since my “Aches and Stains” Blog back in February. (http://lifeonhysterialane.wordpress.com/2008/02/06/aches-and-stains/) That’s because there haven’t been any. Well, there probably were one or two since then, but really….one or two? The only exercise I’ve truly committed myself to is working my jaw muscle.
“And where have you been?” she asked with a slight reprimanding tone. Oh, I’ve been pretty much dividing my time between here in the freezer section and the drive-up window at Chubbie’s Burgers and Thighs. “Well, we miss you at the gym,” she stated as if it were actually true that “they” could miss someone who was never there in the first place. I think what she meant to say was, ”Don’t you think it’s time to put down the ice cream and hit the treadmill, Porky?”
Perhaps I’m projecting…. it has been on my mind alot lately. The self-sabotage by sundae. I know that if I am going to actually sprout those wings, I would have to free them from under several layers of unnecessary pudge. Ugh. This becoming magnificent is gonna be harder than I thought.
….hey….wait a minute…..what was she doing in the ice cream section?
