10 Little Monkeys Jumping On The Bed

one fell off and hit his head............remember that childhood song about 10 monkeys on a bed or something like that? Well, I started thinking about it the other day while I was, surprise, at the gym. In the fat class (I know, it's not really right to call it that, but it is what it is) I participate in we are all lined up in two rows on treadmills and sometimes one or two either leave early or simply glide off, very often not gracefully. We even have people who are so enthusiastic about walking that they hit the STOP button by mistake.........or maybe it's a secret way of getting a break, I don't know. Anyways, as we are coming to the end of this class (March 27) and we all have to get back on the scale and get our fat pinched with that dreadful white instrument that looks like something between a compass, a protractor and when in hanging position, a small machine gun, we all wonder the same thing: How did we do? At this point I don't even care how I did (that's a big fat lie, but I am trying to convince myself not to care, and that's not working by the way).
Some are coming back for a 2nd round of classes, some are moving on to a fitness class and some are going to keep it up on their own. That would be me. It no longer scares me to work out, I am fine doing it by myself, and in some strange should-be illegal way, I almost enjoy it. But there's one thing you don't get when you are not part of a class. You don't get the humor, the tears, the dancing, the jokes and the support of your fellow fatties (I know, it's not nice to say that, but as long as I am including myself I don't really give a hoot (hoot, by the way, is a much nicer word than the one I originally wrote down. It starts with a s and ends in a t and has 2 letters in the middle that are h and i)).
Not only have we managed to get healthy, lose some flab and gotten stronger, but I think we have all gained friendships that we will keep forever (or at least until I get fat again and can't stand being around skinny women).
No, I can very confidently say that I will never let myself get out of shape again and that's a pretty good feeling.
That being said, I am now going to eat some ice cream to make that pizza go down a little smoother..........just kidding.