I found out through the grapevine the other day that a bunch of my coworkers are waiting for me to get fat. That’s right. Gym Trainee said these people don’t realize that I didn’t make physical fitness a priority just to bag a man, I did it for longevity. (I mostly did it for vanity, but I didn’t correct her.) While it is true that personal health is more important to me than attractiveness, my health is usually not in jeopardy so I have the luxury of not having to think about it much. Hence, the goal had always been to look cute in a particular outfit or dress or…bikini. =P The way I see it, the awesome blood pressure, low bpm, ability to do stuff without being winded, all the other health benefits are just side effects of working out and looking good. Who could fault that? Altho…if I’m gonna get sucked into or apart at a black hole in the very near future, maybe it wouldn’t matter cuz I couldn’t even leave behind a hot corpse.

Anyway, I asked whether people are expecting Mr. W to get fat, too. And I was surprised to learn that indeed, some people ARE happily awaiting him to meet that fate. Why? Cuz apparently that’s just what married people DO. They get fat together. “What makes them think we’re just all of a sudden gonna get fat when we’ve worked out together before we were engaged, during the engagement, and even now?” Mr. W asked absurdly. On some level I think the people who are expecting and hoping for this need to. Cuz it makes them feel guilty every lunchtime Gym Trainee and I pass by them on our way to the gym and they’re on their way to Jack in the Crack or MickeyD’s. Cuz watching me maintain my figure and watching Gym Trainee lose fat, tone up, and get hugely improved blood test results at the doctor’s make them feel like they need to get off THEIR lazy butts, too. But they don’t want to, so if they see us fail, they can say, “See, they worked out that hard for that long, and see where it got them? Nowhere. I’m glad I stayed put and just enjoyed my food.”