A Season for Everything

I just got back from Curves and I’m feeling pretty good (and more than a little proud of myself). I’m doing something for me that in the long run is going to be good for the people around me, too. It was my first time back since I tried the place out last week and joined. So, it was also the day to get weighed (ugh!) and measured (ugh! ugh!). I’m not telling anybody those numbers. They will go to the grave with me. You don’t have to get weighed or measured, it’s a personal choice. I did it so I can (hopefully) see my progress when I have it redone every month. The only thing that takes a bit of shine off the moment is grunting along on some machine with all the grace of an elephant doing the tango and realizing that all the little old ladies are doing the same routine as you, but they’re doing it faster and more energetically and they aren’t even sweating a little bit. I got through by thinking of my mommy dearest. She, who thinks that being overweight is the worst fate there is, she who thinks fat people are the scum of the earth, she who lets me know in a million hurtful ways how disappointing and embarassing my size is to her…..she could not do the whole workout. Of that I am certain. She may be thin, but she is as toned as a pile of mashed potatoes. I’ve got that on her and my goal is to be thin and toned so I can one day run victory laps around her. Revenge will be mine! BWHAAAAA-HAAAAA!