February 26, 2012
Getting In Shape
YOU WILL BE IN GOOD SHAPE IN NO TIME
(This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a
regular workout routine)
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this
year, I purchased a week of personal training at
the local health club. 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
Christo, who identified himself as
a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for
athletic clothing and swim wear.
Friends 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
Christo waiting
for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with
blond hair, dancing eyes,
and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I
enjoyed watching
the skillful way in which
he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very
inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups,
although my gut was already aching from holding
it in the whole time he 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
Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar
into the air
then he put weights on it! My legs were a little
wobbly on the
treadmill, but I made the full mile. His
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. Christowas impatient with me,
insisting that my screams bothered other club
members.. His
voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning
and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY
annoying. My chest hurt when I got
on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair
monster. Why
the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an
activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would
help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.
_______________________________
THURSDAY:
Butthole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as
his 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. He
took me to work out with dumbbells. When he
was not looking, I ran and
hid in the restroom. He sent some
skinny witch to find me. Then, as
punishment, he put me on the
rowing machine-- which I sank.
_________________________________
FRIDAY:
I hate that jackass Christo more than any human being has ever hated
any other human being in the
history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic,
anorexic, little aerobic instructor.
If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would
beat him with it. Christo
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 darn 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:
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating,
shrilly
voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just
hearing his 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 husband 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!!!
(This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a
regular workout routine)
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this
year, I purchased a week of personal training at
the local health club. 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
Christo, who identified himself as
a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for
athletic clothing and swim wear.
Friends 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
Christo waiting
for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with
blond hair, dancing eyes,
and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I
enjoyed watching
the skillful way in which
he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very
inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups,
although my gut was already aching from holding
it in the whole time he 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
Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar
into the air
then he put weights on it! My legs were a little
wobbly on the
treadmill, but I made the full mile. His
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. Christowas impatient with me,
insisting that my screams bothered other club
members.. His
voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning
and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY
annoying. My chest hurt when I got
on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair
monster. Why
the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an
activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would
help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.
_______________________________
THURSDAY:
Butthole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as
his 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. He
took me to work out with dumbbells. When he
was not looking, I ran and
hid in the restroom. He sent some
skinny witch to find me. Then, as
punishment, he put me on the
rowing machine-- which I sank.
_________________________________
FRIDAY:
I hate that jackass Christo more than any human being has ever hated
any other human being in the
history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic,
anorexic, little aerobic instructor.
If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would
beat him with it. Christo
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 darn 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:
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating,
shrilly
voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just
hearing his 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 husband 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!!!
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