A note from Emma’s desk

 

 

EmmaIt only dawned on me a couple of weeks ago that summer was just around the corner and I thought it was about time that I put my gym membership into good use.
I love food and food loves me. I have invested a lot of money into this body and I often tell people that I am on the seafood diet – that is I see food and I eat it.
While most people adjust their eating habits coming into the warmer weather, I was still eating as though I was hibernating for winter. I wasn’t overly concerned of my shape or size, and only really wanted to get fit so I wasn’t huffing and puffing if I was asked to join in any summer sports.
Off I went, purchasing new shoes and my favourite brand of exercise pants, and began ‘working out’ at the gym. I felt good, getting out of my comfort zone which was the couch and television, and I was actually beginning to feel fitter.
During one workout session, I thought that I should attempt some squats, as my legs were looking a bit like cottage cheese. Busting out 20 and with my legs like jelly, I needed a break and thought a couple sit ups were in order.

Upon sitting down, I realised that the mat was awfully cold, which saw me quickly sit up and check out my behind – my favourite exercise pants had completely busted up the seam to reveal that I wasn’t wearing my most flattering underwear. Lucky no one else was in the room, and I proceeded to complete the walk of shame out of the gym, with only a towel tucked into my pants to protect my modesty.
Telling my experience to Calendar Girl Lynn, I explained that nobody would have suspected a thing, as people always tuck their towels into their pants. She proceeded to tell me that no one tucks their towels in their pants at the gym; only grease monkeys tuck their rags into their overalls. How embarrassing!
With further investigation into the busted pants, I learned that it was actually a fault in the seam itself, and have since received a replacement pair, much to my delight.
However, let’s just say that squats are out of the workout routine for the time being.

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