I told all of my children that I would be my husband’s project when our youngest son moved out of the house. Well guess what? Soloflex, here I come. First of all, I made the mistake of telling him that we have an exercise channel on cable. So not only do I get to work out of the Soloflex, the monster machine with bands, but I get to warm up first by doing either Tae Bo, Buns of Steel or The Walking show. The other night, he asked if I could raise my legs any higher, and I said I could if my stomach wasn’t in the way. Today, he told me that we were going to whittle down that little tummy of mine. This announcement came while I was on the floor trying to grunt out a series of sit-ups. I tried to give him the death glare, a nearly impossible task considering that the flat tire around my middle had grown to the size of Mt. Everest from that vantage point.
Whittle down my stomach. “Let’s see, four children and over fifty birthdays. That’ll be the day.”
Then to cap it all off, I’m sitting in front of the TV with my fat-free, sugar-free orange jello when this Sonic commercial comes on advertising 157,000 ice cream shakes. I see this life-sized picture of a frothy, vanilla shake with chocolate fudge drizzling down the side. This really starts my taste buds to dancing. Then I look down at my congealed jello that’s oozing down the spoon.
I dare anyone to say anything to me, especially since I’ve been dieting and exercising for two weeks and haven’t lost an ounce!
Sandra
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