My Body Revolted
The other morning while taking a shower I felt something very strange on the back of my legs. I had never noticed it before. It wasn’t the cellulite. I had grown used to that. It was something different. I quickly got out of the shower to look in the mirror and investigate. In order to get a good look, I stood on my toes with my back to the mirror and twisted my upper body to see the reflection. What could it be? I wondered. At first I didn’t see anything unusual. I reached down to determine exactly where the strange growth was. When I had identified the area, I looked again. I was horrified when I realized that the large growth was my butt. How did this happen?
Without warning, the combination of fatty foods, sugar and gravity has taken its toll on my body. My body was rebelling. It was revolting. My rear end had silently crept downward and taken up residence on the back of my thighs. I was a victim of ass-creep.
Sure, I had noticed that my clothing had become a little snug. The excess weight around my hips and stomach filled my pants to cause the uncomfortable short-crotch syndrome and the binding waistband fold-over. But I attributed it all to the bloating that is related to PMS. Over time, I had managed to convince myself that I was pre-menstrual for twenty-three days each month.
I sat down at the kitchen table and while eating a blueberry muffin with butter and jam, I decided that I had to do something about this new development on the back of my thighs. I finally had to admit that I was out of shape and had gained weight. I figured, I’ll just start on an exercise program and watch what I’m eating. Easier said than done.
The first plan of action was to remove all junk food from my house. As I was removing all of the cookies and pretzels from the pantry and the ice cream, fudge sauce, and frozen pizzas from the freezer, I thought about how wasteful I was being. In my mind, I could hear my mother’s voice, “What about all of the children who are starving all over the world?” I felt guilty. So I decided to do my part. I sat down and made a feast of it all. It was reminiscent of the Last Supper. A religious experience. No waste. I felt better.
Next, I had to locate my gym membership card, buy new exercise togs and figure out the best time to go to and work out. I had been a member of the gym for two years and had managed to get there only twice. The first time was the day that I had signed the membership contract. The second time was the day after that. The monthly membership dues were automatically withdrawn from my checking account. By my calculations, each of my visits to the gym cost approximately three hundred dollars. The one time I called to cancel my membership, I was completely intimidated by the gym manager who ended up convincing me to keep my membership and take advantage of the state-of-the-art equipment. Although I assured him that I would get into an exercise régime, I thought seriously about closing my checking account and changing banks in lieu of justifying my laziness. But I was too lazy to go to the bank.
Finally, I knew that I wasn’t going to get in shape overnight, so I had to have an interim plan. I’d have to go shopping. I’d have to buy some shirts that were long enough to cover my rear end.