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If you read this without laughing out-loud, there is something
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7 p' L$ r) f, J* r6 G1 ^# FDear Diary:5 `, L" v `8 Z& L3 h
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For my fortieth birthday this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a
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* U0 v/ Z v M! y7 d+ [am still in great shape since playing on my college football team 25" Q# e8 L m4 b9 |, ~5 ~
years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a- }' ~3 E; @' f) V: W
try. I called the club and made my reservation with a personal trainer
5 U: b% a7 {( Y- ~4 Q: Fnamed Belinda, who identified herself as a 26 yr. old aerobics
5 v; C4 Y) U! {- I8 s' [* u& Ainstructor and model for athletic clothing and swimwear.
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My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club
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1 Y2 I" |0 I" z# WMONDAY:
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9 B& q* q" e' B) c7 q$ T5 ~Started my day at 6 am. Tough to get out of bed, but it was well
$ y( H0 Z5 \, x3 e+ p/ pworth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for
, J1 @9 P. M) x+ s5 \me. She was something of a Greek goddess-- with blonde hair, dancing. N9 ]! O. d7 `! N1 ^; R/ X7 {7 `% _
eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!!!!
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# }8 Z$ ~9 n& b. GShe took my pulse after 5 minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed: ]( s( U- x5 d6 w$ L
that my pulse was so fast, but I attributed it to standing next to her
, |- }0 ~4 V6 {in her Lycra aerobics outfit. I enjoyed watching the skilful way in" b' c, @- o6 ~; t) ]" j. s
which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today.
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o* S7 {4 k, l2 T$ u- gVery inspiring, Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups,* Q! g( h9 F7 }- j" Q5 v
although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she t/ Y! z/ ~, r: z1 o B$ Z
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9 @7 n+ z7 ~% `4 hThis is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!' D5 k! U' ]! U
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TUESDAY:) A* [7 N7 Y) V) V
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
6 P* L6 a) _ v9 I1 E! @- s: _$ pBelinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air,/ i; L: @4 J3 y o
and then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the
2 i5 [& N3 f7 r6 w: \2 _3 ttreadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it# {9 a% Z1 }* f3 v
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, p$ U. S8 l( X" x2 QI feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.
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0 C$ q) j5 c6 {% c0 {6 aWEDNESDAY:! O2 C: V& w3 r; b
The only way I can brush my teeth is by lying on the toothbrush on
0 B' z9 g# q- T3 ]3 ^. U& Qthe counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have& i' B% V& a/ t" _
a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was okay as long as I didn't try to
$ ~/ o, Y& t6 r8 bsteer or stop. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams' l d; c! |$ }3 l2 y5 S
bothered the other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for: G$ R0 A7 Z3 R
early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine. b. n0 @" G( T, R: r# o; r9 \
that is VERY annoying. My chest hurts when I got on the treadmill, so
& k2 ^( [" u3 x& {1 Z* j' v) w; YBelinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a
3 D- t% A+ }+ v ^7 lmachine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda( ^; ^9 ]/ q- s4 {
told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.
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She said some other shit too.
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" m; g$ s0 i0 s6 b( I: B( ]* X- t# LTHURSDAY:
9 ]5 u+ Y7 {0 k7 w0 [0 t5 n' KBelinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as
2 l- e) M1 L9 h l4 D" bher thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help. C7 x. c) r ^2 r+ B D" Y, w: f
being a half hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda, q$ u, v# E) W1 N3 a4 b5 B
took me to workout with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and
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She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing2 J. v- B) r; ~# {
machine -- which I sank.
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0 b( C7 D3 Z$ C1 mFRIDAY:4 v) \3 w; Y' S1 m9 |8 Z3 h/ k
I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated, I% F% v+ i/ J- Q
any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny,
5 ?9 V- ^& o* F. @/ Xanemic little cheerleading bitch. If there were a part of my body I
( F, K' `' [: Q- Y, ~could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda
3 L: w. t# j: w' xwanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!
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And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me# t& Q, G; Z5 F! r& x
the*&%#(#&** barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
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The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition
+ r9 S N- b8 G# a0 I& Kteacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach
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SATURDAY:
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shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her# @3 a! w" I! W( r0 K
made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the( g( f$ S8 K ]! d" l4 h
strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight
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9 l( d# W$ d6 n( D, H0 ESUNDAY:
+ d4 n! n1 X; i6 Q/ a' iI'm having the church van pick me up for services today so I can go- }% Y+ D! y$ F: u. ^1 \
and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year, O2 c& Y* U" {, `
my wife (the other bitch), will choose a gift for me that is fun --like
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