I did it! I woke up at 7:15, made breakfast and then went back to Curves. The weigh in part was a bit horrific. Watching her push that little bar…further, further, further…stopping? No, further… further… back a little…up a smidgen… there! HOLY SH*T! I gained that much?
So then I got on the platform and started my workout. Curves is great, especially for us out of shape people who can barely walk up stairs. It’s really you working at your own level, since the machines are resistance geared. And as I was working out, making my rounds on the machines, my gaze would drift around the walls with inspirational quotes and pictures. And then I saw it. Something that instantly gave me new motivation to be published in NY. The book exchange shelf. An entire bookshelf full of romance novels, the occasional mystery and some other random books.
See here’s how it would all go down. Me, walking smugly into Curves in my fat pants, t-shirt, and restrained afro of curls atop my head. A copy of my fabulous just released novel clutched in my hand, I walk to the shelf and set it down. Calm and with a regal smile I’ll say, “Oh, by the way, I wrote that. Tell your friends.”
And the whispers will start… “That young lady wrote that book?” Because at Curves, where the average woman is 50, I am but a child at 29. Ah yes… the fantasy.
Now the reality? I’d rush in with my book, whisper to the lady at the desk that I’m published and if should please make a sign that it was written by a Curves member. And then I’d begin to beg people to buy it as they say congratulations.
All right, I’m off to meet my friend Patricia at the mall for coffee, so Emma can play in the indoor play area. I haven’t even drunk coffee yet this morning. Only water. Do you SEE?! See how fabulous I’m doing as of 3 hours ago. Yes…this time it will be different.
IT HAS TO BE, I CAN’T FIT IN MY PANTS!
Here’s my Halloween, costume, pic of the day. Oh to be a man…
