Monday Dec 10, 2012
Oh how delicate and elegant are her lips,
And...how fullsome are her luscious hips.
Her pink rosy cheeks beckon a kiss,
You darn gym! I am now never gonna miss.
I said it to myself at the treadmill while she was on the stepper. This time at least she would be my motivation when nothing else worked out that made me stick to being regular. Going to the gym after a long time felt very warm and hospitable. I checked glances with the faces I remembered but haven't ever spoken to and hugged the trainer like an old caring friend, he clearly pacifying with me that I still can do it, its not late.
I weighed myself. The machines are not programmed to be emotional. That is the difference between them and the humans. MACHINES! They tell you the darn truth.. on your face!! Well, I weigh ...er.... never ask a guy his weight. Ha!
As my saviour I looked at the trainer who had by now built a very gregarious friendship with the lady with the cleft and he looked back at me with the mildly bowel-suppressed look telling me, 'Don't be sad, you are not alone! Look at all these bummers rolling about!'
This much was enough for the day; I despite all this burnt 250 calories; which I guess is good for the start. Specially when its your first day after a mighty looong gluttony vacation.