This semester has not been the best for my girlish figure. I started strong with exercise and eating healthy meals then the filing in one of my teeth fell out. My tooth got infected. I got terribly sick. Finally, I had root canal, and I got even sicker. The first two months of the semester I spent ill. I did not exercise, and I started drinking (the Chardonnay) to numb the pain. When the tooth pain went away, I started eating to numb the pain of the cold the symptoms and deal with the stress.
The semester will be officially over for me December 14th; it is the day I perform my last radio show.
How much weight have I gained since August (the beginning of fall semester)? I’d hazard a guess at maybe 15-20lbs. I can still fit my clothes, but my jeans are tight, and I don’t want to wear tight clothes.
What have I done to be healthy today?
The morning did not start off well. I was still pissed at my mother because of the conversation last night and the one a few days ago. She does not want to listen. I sent her an email telling her I am done talking to her. Every time I speak with her, I feel like shit afterwards. I’m done.
Late in the morning, I walked for an hour. It felt nice to move my body. Plus, I did my favorite exercise, which is walking outside. Sadly, while I was walking on the levee, I saw a young man who began to change his clothing in public. He put a cigarette in his mouth, sat all his shit down, walked toward a tree and began to urinate in public. I could not believe it. As I walked by, I tried to look the other way. Actually, I looked the other way. I even put my hand up to cover my face. He turned around and walked away from the tree towards me and said, “Good morning.”
I walked faster as I said, “Good morning.” It had to be one of the most uncomfortable moments I’ve experienced so far this year.
About twenty minutes later as I walked around the bend, the cyclist who always calls me “leather” appeared. He stopped his bike and asked me, “How does it feel to be a mother in-law?” I tilted my head from one side to the other like a puppy hearing a human make the guttural “aaahhhh” sound.
“You’re not leather” he said. I slightly shook my head left to right or right to left. My eyes got big; I could feel them, and I know I had a goofy smile on my face. I could not believe the cyclist was talking to me. With a big smile, he continued “I’ve been calling you leather all this time. You look like a woman I know who lives on the other side of the levee named leather. Her son just got married.”
I smiled. He said a bunch of other stuff, but I did not pay attention because I was checking out his body. I was also in shock because this was the first time he ever stopped to talk to me. The cyclist has a very nice figure. He is extremely healthy!
I told him, “it’s okay.” Then I said something similar to “have a nice day” or “Merry Christmas.” I cannot remember. I’ve been drooling over the cyclist since summer 2010. He smiled and spoke. I don’t know what he said—remember I was in shock. He got on his bike and road off.
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