A Woman's Week at the Gym
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong
with you.
This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get
into a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of
personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football
cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go
ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer
named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics
instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The
club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
_______________________________
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m.
Tough to get out of bed, but found it was
well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda
waiting for me.
She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond
hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile.
Woo Hoo!!
Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines.
I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my
workout today.
Very inspiring!
Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit- ups, although my gut was
already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around.
This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!
________________________________
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air
then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the
treadmill, but I made the full mile.
Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile.
I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
_______________________________
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it.
I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.
Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop.
I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered
other club members.
Her voice is a little too perky for that early in
the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is
VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the
stair monster.
Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate
an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?
Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.
She said some other crap too.
______________________________
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her
thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl.
I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells.
When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom.
She sent another skinny brat to find me.
Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
_______________________________
FRIDAY:
I hate that brat Belinda more than any human being has ever hated
any other human being in the history of the world.
Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader.
If there was a part of my body I could move without
unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps.
I don't have any triceps!
And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the dang
barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition
teacher.
Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama
coach or the choir director?
________________________________
SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating,
shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today.
Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner;
however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching
eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
________________________________
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go
and thank GOD that this week is over.
I will also pray that next year
my daughter (the little ****) will choose a gift for me that is fun
-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over,
he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
We all need a good laugh
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong
with you.
This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get
into a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of
personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football
cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go
ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer
named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics
instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The
club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
_______________________________
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m.
Tough to get out of bed, but found it was
well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda
waiting for me.
She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond
hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile.
Woo Hoo!!
Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines.
I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my
workout today.
Very inspiring!
Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit- ups, although my gut was
already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around.
This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!
________________________________
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air
then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the
treadmill, but I made the full mile.
Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile.
I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
_______________________________
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it.
I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.
Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop.
I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered
other club members.
Her voice is a little too perky for that early in
the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is
VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the
stair monster.
Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate
an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?
Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.
She said some other crap too.
______________________________
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her
thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl.
I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells.
When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom.
She sent another skinny brat to find me.
Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
_______________________________
FRIDAY:
I hate that brat Belinda more than any human being has ever hated
any other human being in the history of the world.
Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader.
If there was a part of my body I could move without
unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps.
I don't have any triceps!
And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the dang
barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition
teacher.
Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama
coach or the choir director?
________________________________
SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating,
shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today.
Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner;
however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching
eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
________________________________
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go
and thank GOD that this week is over.
I will also pray that next year
my daughter (the little ****) will choose a gift for me that is fun
-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over,
he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
We all need a good laugh
Kitty Kat - Lap RNY 29th Jan 03 
Blessed Momma to ♥ Kayla & Nora ♥
Sober since 25th Aug 07 www.the-butterfly-chronicles.blogspot.com
Thankful for the easy, grateful for the hard & hopeful for tomorrow.
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