So, as he took down my height and weight, he looked at me and said, ‘You’re about what, 24?’ I looked at him and laughed because I thought he was joking. Then I realized that he didn’t understand why I was laughing. I told him that he was sweet, but that I’m 34. Then I asked him if he told all the ladies they looked 10 years younger. He said no and continued to punch in the numbers. Then he gave me the results of my body fat percentage test.
I made a joke about how sweet that number was and he answered with, ‘Well, it’s a process.’
Going to the gym has it’s highs and lows.
Hey Sam! I read this this morning and wanted to share it with folks. And since 2 poeple read my blog and the entire Master’s alumni read yours… well I thought I might pass it on to you. Take a look. It really made me stop and think and thank God.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080329/ap_on_re_as/vietnam_abortion_orphans;_ylt=AuHooCexl0fBPl.HuYWwvWMDW7oF
Cierra