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MEET & GREET - 1

RED

I wish somebody would please tell me why I've been wasting my time going to the same gym for the last three weeks with my friend Kimora just hoping to lose a few measly pounds?

Of course everybody, except for me, knows it can't be as simple as just wanting to lose weight.

For crying out loud, it has to be a full-blown journey of epic proportions and there is no way in hell I have ever been anywhere near prepared for something like that.

Had I known my life would require so much work to right my wrongs, I would've watched my figure in the first damn place. Instead of slaving to take the pounds off, I would never have allowed myself to become so freaking lazy in the first place.

After sitting at my desk day in and day out, I didn't realize I even had a problem until I reached in my closet to grab one of my favorite light blue power skirt suits and I'll be damned if I couldn't zip that hoe up for nothing in the world.

Now, look at me. Here I am staring at myself in the mirror not understanding where it all went wrong. To me, I have looked the same as I always have.

You see how easy it is to tell a lie?

I even have the nerve to do an excellent job of convincing myself that I didn't gain an ounce of excess weight until I allowed my lying eyes to carefully roam down and back up my frame. On my way back down however, I saw it.

No freaking way. My thoughts yelled out at me. I have a double chin.

That's what I saw in that bum ass mirror as I lifted my head on the way back up my body.

Like the total toad that I am, I stepped back and turned away from the truth since I had no intention of accepting what I confirmed.

You see, it's never been quite that easy for me to admit when something has gone wrong within my own little world.

Convinced my mind was playing tricks on me, I wasn't about to let a bad angle get my head all messed up thinking there was anything wrong with my body.

Speed walking over to my personal bathroom, I stepped on a scale I hadn't actually paid attention to since I don't know when.

Sweet lord! Yes. That's exactly what I said to myself. Sweet Lord!

The wretched bit of metal, steel, and glass displayed a full-fledged lie right before my lying eyes.

Glancing back down at the scale, I convinced myself that someone was playing a joke on me. I started looking around my room for cameras hoping, all the while lying to myself, that the scale had to be off-balance or something of that nature.

I replaced the batteries and recalibrated it. I took off all but my bra and panties and stepped back on that treacherous gadget once again. The new set of numbers screamed at me as if I had smacked them around and called their baby ugly.

Those numbers had the uncanny power of beaming the idea that I was such a loser directly into my brain.

The only thing I wanted to do in that moment was to grab a tub of Rocky Road ice cream and crawl back in my bed to cry.

Somehow over the last year, I managed to pack on sixty pounds. That is the big Six Zero, and I still had the audacity to crave icecream like that wasn't one of the reasons my butt had gotten so big,

As I searched through my closet, I learned that all of my newer clothes had increased by four dress sizes and it hadn't even registered to me.

Why I allowed myself to gain so much weight, I don't even know.