This was a really, really bad idea. It was his eyes, yep! That’s my story and I’m convinced. They had me under a spell or something. No way in my right mind would I agree to put on spandex and smash my twins in a sports bra, let alone work out in a gym where people can see me and say God knows what about me. Good lord what I have done? Standing in front of the full length mirror that stood propped up against the wall in my bedroom, I take note of myself. Swiveling from side to side eyeing myself in the mirror, I proceed to do what every woman in front of a mirror does. Lifting my shirt up to show my stomach I suck in, turn to the right, view, turn to the left, view and then let out a breath and see what it really looks like. Pinching here, poking there, I now think this gym idea is way past due. When did I get fat? Pulling out the scale from my closet, I placed it on the dark walnut wood scraped floor of my bedroom. I can’t remember how long it’s been since I have stepped on a scale, I take a deep breath and lift my right foot and step on.
