No, I haven’t been on maternity leave since last June. Y’all wouldn’t believe all the many valid (or at least plausible) reasons that I’ve fallen off the exercise wagon (and abandoned my blog) for nearly a year, so I’ll skip those, but none involved bearing children. Likely, it was due to the efforts of the notorious Vast Fat-Wing Conspiracy (VFWC).
Anyway…when last I reported on my attempts to become svelte, the Queen of Pain (also know as Casey, the alien Jazzercise instructor), was undergoing a bizarre alien birthing ritual that required her to perch on her throne for months while others brought her offerings of peanut butter milkshakes.
A while back she delivered a gorgeous child that appears to be a human baby girl. We’ll see. The QOP has been back on stage significantly longer than I have been back on the dance floor. I drug my self back in about a month ago. This was a huge mistake.
Pregnancy, I have learned, turns your average alien aerobics instructor into a woman consumed with the need to burn calories…mine, yours, hers…all calories must be dealt with harshly. We are ALL suffering to make sure that the QOP (who is, naturally, skinnier than she was pre-pregnancy) looks good in her bikini this summer. She shoved a whole extra song into her set today, and every last one of them was so fast I swear it sounded like she was auctioning cattle while she cued.
I crawled out of there, drug myself home and started speed eating aspirin.
It’s going to be a long, painful road back…
Peace, out…
Susan
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