In an effort to completely forget about the Big Huh and all of his minions (a.k.a. the men I’ve met just like him), I’ve decided to turn myself into an exercise guru. I’m trading my evenings laden with happy hour margaritas to days filled with multiple workout routines. Sunday: 3 hours at the zoo walking up and down hills burning 525 calories. Monday: 1 hour aerobic hip-hop class burning 338 calories. Tuesday: 1 hour of cycling burning 390 calories. Also on Tuesday: 4 mile lunch walk burning another 290 calories. Tonight: belly dancing at Champion Ballroom burning a bunch of calories. Yes folks, I’m in “gonna exercise that man right outta my hair” mode.
And yet I can’t help but still wonder, what the hell happened? What made him disappear so randomly? Did my hair fall flat? Did I stumble into some bad lighting? What’s wrong with me?
Regardless, I really shouldn’t care, right? I’ve said my prayers to the Universe and I just need to trust that this is the correct path for me at this time. However, it’s kind of hard to trust that “everything happens for a reason” and just mosey on along when you are a self-obsessed, neurotic, control freak who needs answers for everything that goes on in life. Like me!
So if there’s anyone out there who can let me know what makes people flip the switch, anyone at all who knows what turns people from enthralled and attentive to complacent and non-existent from one day to the next, I will gladly and loudly proclaim you a God among men.
Or I’ll give you $5. You pick.
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