Working out
I feel so good, now that I work out everyday. Years of neglect and abuse (not to mention an on-going war with gravity) has left my body, well, sad. So I'm pumping on my ellipticizer for 30 minutes (enough to burn the calories of the candy bar I ate on the way) and then do the weight thing for another thirty minutes. While I'm doing all that, I feel 20 years old again. But dammit--they have mirrors everywhere in the gym so I can see my cellulite dancing and trembling. In fact, I can almost here my fat cells whimpering "Leave us alone. We were just fine the way we were." Some of them have turned into squatters, refusing to leave. And in the mirror, I can still see the greying at my temples. I can still see the bags under my eyes that look like I'm packed for an overnighter. I can still see the sagging jowls and marionette lines. Kinda depressing, but when I think back on life at twenty, I take the wrinkles and fat, thank you. Ugh. I wonder if blindfolds are in the gym dress code?