She
showed me the proper way to do it and, as part of her remarks, said, "You're
a pretty little person, so you need to make sure to bring your arms in
closer."
I
couldn't get past those three words: "pretty little person."
Nobody would have called me that 67 pounds ago.
Later, I
was using a different machine, for the triceps, and she came over and
turned the handles in to make them closer to my body. She told me to keep
my arms in close when I push down. I told her that when I first started
working out there, almost 70 pounds ago, that I had to have the handles
on the higher setting or I couldn't get past my hips when I made the downward
movement.
"Wow,"
she said. "You've done a good job." The new gym member who was
following her to get instructions looked pleased, too, probably envisioning
her own future success.
As I was
leaving the gym, the staffer came up to me again and told me any time
I had any questions, I should ask her. She also reminded me that, since
I've lost so much weight, I need to get used to my new body and make sure
I'm using the equipment properly.
I thanked
her the advice but didn't thank her for the one thing she said that really
made my day, when she said I was a "pretty little person."
It snowed
yesterday afternoon, and though it snowed for several hours, we didn't
get much accumulation, about an inch. I was just about to sit down to
dinner when I heard a knock on the door.
A teenage
boy stood on the steps with a shovel. He asked me if I wanted my walk
shoveled. Now, my walk is small: about 10 sidewalk squares total, if you
count the part that runs up to the porch. What's more, the neighbor upstairs
usually shovels it if I don't get a chance.
But I asked
the teen how much he'd want for the job.
"Twenty
bucks," he said, with a smile on his face.
"No
way," I said, and went to close to the door.
He knocked
the price down to $10, and then to $7, but I just mumbled that it was
too much and closed the door. I felt bad about it for a short while, but
figured it was for the best. Otherwise, every time we had a dusting of
snow, he'd be back.
Usually,
I have a lot of trouble saying no. It gets easier with practice, I'm discovering.
With the
snow, the bitter cold weather finally broke, and it's finally a good temperature
to go outside. Una got all excited when I got our her snow booties this
morning. She loves the snow, especially when it's fresh.
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