Wednesday I called Evelyn and told her that I’d been to the doctor. We talked about my appointment for a bit and then I said “It’s time”. She let one sigh, and then another. Then she said “I knew this was coming”, resolutely. (She knew what was coming next). She didn’t want to hear it. “It’s been too long you know”, I said. “I know, I know”, she said. “Tomorrow, then?” “Allright, allright. I’ll pick you up at 8am”.
So Thursday morning at 8:30 am, she came to get me with a smile on her face and a song in her heart. I said “Good morning”; and she said “Where?” And what was making my normally cheery friend surly? We not only started back at the gym yesterday; we also started eating healthy. I had an egg white omelette after the gym. She had a waffle, but only half. I know I’m finally back on track because although there’s a cupcake calling to me from the kitchen counter at this moment, I’m holding fast.
I thought I’d take the fitness test on the treadmill. I entered all my info and the belt started. I was in the warm-up cruising at 3mph. I thought everything was going pretty well until… the front of the machine raised dramatically and the speed increased to 4.5 mph.; 4.5 mph is no longer a brisk walk. It’s a jog, at least for me. For the first couple of minutes I did OK, although it sounded like a herd of elephants were running with me. After the first two minutes though, I decided that the benefit to my heart wasn’t worth the damage to my ta-tas. They hadn’t bounced that much in years. It was a bad thing. I still haven’t taken my bra off. (I’m almost afraid to). I’ve never found a bra that prevents bounce if you’re DDD.
I thought I'd aim for this look
Anyway, I think I’ll just let that cupcake sit there and watch as it slowly petrifies. (I think it’ll petrify before it turns moldy). It’s really strange; once I’m being really good, nothing seems to tempt me. Although I’m keeping watch for bad Michele. (I really don’t need her showing up right now). She tends to pop in a lot, especially when she’s not wanted. If you want to read more about her exploits, just do a search for her at bodaciousboomer.com.
Today, March 4th, we saw a young woman in the locker room with a thong that had a shoe string back. The really disgusting thing about this site was that she had the butt to wear it. Even in my petite 107 pound days, my butt never looked that good (it’s always been flat) and I had to give the devil her do. There are some things that just unobtainable, and that butt is one of them. Good luck to her and may she keep it for a very long time!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.