Fats (2)

May 28, 2020


At work, your business partner had taken issue with your daily visits to the Equinox, which was the gym by your office. You’d told him the truth, that it calmed you down and helped you think, that it made you a better creative. It was your lunch hour anyway, you’d said. He’d called bullshit on that and said you always went longer. Ignoring his warning, at noon the next day you marched right past his desk carrying your gym bag. Two months later you would exit the building carrying your belongings.

The gym does more than keep you fit. Working out nullifies the committee in your head, same as opiates and vodka once did. Albeit healthier, working out is still an addiction. It keeps you sane, same as going to meetings.

To be continued…

Fats (1)

May 26, 2020


You refuse to go gently into that good night, like so many men and women do, slipping into middle age as if it was an oversize pair of jeans.

One hour every day, you work up a sweat. Running, swimming, biking or lifting weights it doesn’t matter. As long as you do something that makes your arms and legs burn, tightening the flesh against gravity. Haunted by memories of obesity. Driven by them.

As a boy, your friends had relentlessly tormented you about your weight. They’d nicknamed you “Fats.” Called you that in front of your peers. In front of your parents and theirs. Worst of all they called you “Fats” in front of females.

Your father once offered you five dollars for every pound of fat you could lose. The ploy didn’t work. It only saddened you knowing he felt that way about his son. At the time, your mother suggested Atkins –a trendy but notorious diet that took away pounds but left you feeling dizzy and weak. You got thinner but one morning fell down a flight of stairs. It was then you decided that the gym was preferable to avoiding carbohydrates, a measure you still practice today.

To be continued…