Posts Tagged Wilma
Lowell knows that you do workouts for yourself- your self image, your health, your peace of mind, your whole life. What he probably doesn’t know is that you do workouts hoping that people you’re kinda sweet on like your new self image, your new health, your new peace of mind, and your whole new life… or at least that they know you’ve GOT all that new stuff, and that they don’t think you’re just the same old lump you’ve always been before you got slightly more buff and happy. We SHOULD know that’s why we do it, but it’s instinctive. We like to think we’re making forebrain actions and not brainstem reactions.
Or at least that what I like to think. And I think that’s what Lowell likes to think.
Sucking in your gut never does as much for you as you think, and never does more for you than just looking happy in your own skin.
On the other hand, there must be some kinda instinct or something to stand up straight and suck in the gut when around people we want to be better for.
Lowell never used to worry about stuff like that, did he? Now here he is at Fitness Protection Program. We should start an office pool thingy and everyone guess how long his membership lasts. And another one to guess how long he’ll pay on the membership after he quits.
We remember a while back when Lowell finally took his first little steps into the real outdoors world, right?
He rode his bike to work with Hubris showing him the way. That was nice.
Then, of course, he went a little bats and lived in the woods for a few days.
A gym, though… might be a totally foreign milieu for ol’ Lowell.
We’ll see.
First off- My apologies! I haven’t been updating regularly due to insane schedules and my internet was wiped out by another damned limb taking out my cable/internet for days on end.
You do NOT want to hear about the conversation I had when the text updates went from “Your technician is on his way” to “Your appointment has been rescheduled to Friday at 7 pm”. I DID, however, discover how to get a human being on the phone from a certain cable company, and I’m sure he’s very tired of having to act contrite and apologetic to every furious person who calls, but he did his job well…enough.
But on a more entertaining note. Look! Paste is pissed!
That’s gonna lead to a storyline if I have anything to say about it.
Gosh, Nikki! For being a cornerstone of the economy, the big corporate bosses are having a hard time knowing what to say to you.
How odd.
Have I mentioned Ms. Wiggins-Ross’s first name before? I’m pretty sure I have.
And one of you guys at least has worked out Pete’s terrible name issue. I wonder if anyone has come full circle with it and worked out where the whole gag came from?
Anyhow, It’s Weird Week (the week between Christmas and New Year) and you know I usually don’t post this week. So, see you in 2020!



















