Long Road Ahead

“Eight… Come on, Amy! Nine…T…Ten!”
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I almost fall on my face. Why aren’t pushups getting any easier? I can still barely do ten and it’s been weeks! Am I doing something wrong?

No sleeping on the mat! Sit-ups! Now!

And she collapses at twenty sit-ups!

Nap? No! Stretch!

​Now what?

For all the work I’ve been putting into my new exercise routine, I don’t feel very different. I don’t think I look different, either. No significant weight loss…

Mirror check!

“Ouf! Sorry, Whiskers!” I scoop her up on my way to the bathroom. She’s going to send me sprawling one of these days, wandering between my feet the way she does.

The same old Amy stares at me from the mirror.

Same brown hair. Same brown eyes. One more fluffy sweatsuit.

Angry Neighbor in her short shorts…

​Why am I even bothering?