Week 6

On Monday,I had a SpongeBob moment. Because of two wrecks on I-30, I was a few minutes later than my usual workout time. Once again, I was debating about going. I pulled into the parking lot, still debating. I took a couple of steps from the jeep and stopped. Somehow, I knew this was a crucial moment. I could turn around, get back in my jeep, and no one would know. (I met with Jeremy on Tuesday.) As I was standing in the parking lot, it hit me. My SpongeBob moment. I realized that I had the shape of Patrick, the consistency of SpongeBob, and the attitude of Squidward. With Squidward's nasal-twanged voice resounding in my head, "It's not going to matter, nothing you do will work," I felt myself turning around and heading back to the jeep. Then, out of nowhere came screaming the voice of Mr.Crab, "You're not about to be a-wastin' me money!" With a "Dah-ha-ha-ha" I pushed forward. Opening the door of the fitness center, I grabbed a white towel and didn't have the urge to suffocate anyone. I stepped on the treadmill, walking faster than I ever had. Then, I went to the bike, turned up the resistance, and revved up the RPMs to 77. My self-confidence climbed. For once I was hearing myself say, "Way to go," rather than, "You're such a loser."

When I got to work, I actually had several people comment on my appearance. With each comment, I would say, "You're my best friend today," which is reserved for anyone who blows sunshine up my rear-end that day. At the rate I'm going, I'm going to have to use SPF50 on all four cheeks!