I joined a health club recently. Well, it is attached to a local public university (Division I-AA athletic school). I was looking at the types of people that are in the locker room, and here is how I categorize them:
1. College-aged women who we should all hate: most are blond, skinny gorgeous.
2. Middle-aged women who are fat.
3. Older-women who are skinny.
And I am not in any of these groups. So I am a misfit here. I am almost middle-aged, and I have about 10 pounds to lose. Now there are more than these types on campus, but that's the people that come to the gym. Not sure why that is so – do fatter older women die, or do they just hide inside. And I sort of feel sorry for the fatties. How are they ever going to lose all of that fat? At least they are trying. The only complaint I have is that they sweat on the equipment more than the skinny women.
You know, God does not play fair. I am 10 pounds overweight, and it is basically hanging onto me as a small pouch in my tum-tum. Why can't the extra fat be distributed to my breasts? I mean, when women lose weight, which is the first place it comes from (at least Oprah says so; she has to be an expert on the subject). Of course, I have heard, "Be careful what you wish for, it may come true." It would be horrible to go from C to double-D if 10 pounds equates to that many cup size changes.
My hubbie would probably outwardly be a little shocked, but he would burry his face in my newfound roundness if this happened.
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