Last week, the week before one embarks on a Christmas / New Year’s eating and drinking spree, two of my Aunt’s Caribbean cares greeted me with a loud chuckle and:
“Ohhh, Ally, you’re getting fat!” and “You got an ass like mine now!”
On both occasions I smiled back, mortified. They didn’t seem to realise this greeting was slightly offensive, especially as it was a case of the pot calling the kettle black.
Plus, I was used to Ada telling me I was “perfect.” Her dear demented brain is convinced I am both “tall” and “slim” and she frequently tells me so. She also gestures wildly with her hands the word for “fat” then points to her carers. (Sometime they catch her.)
So that I never have to catch Ada doing that to me, I’ve joined a gym. The New York Sports Club. It’s not fancy, but it does the job. And it’s a hell of a lot warmer than jogging in Central Park.
Did you know that Jerry Seinfeld met his wife in a gym? I’m sure it was a fancy gym, but still… it happens in real life! There’s something that I can’t quiet get my head around about Jessica Seinfeld. She had just come back from her honey moon to a successful Broadway producer, when she met Jerry and decided to trade up. I’m sure she’s only human, but I have a hard time not judging her for this. Thoughts?
Wow! I had no idea that's what she did! Or that that was how they met!! Geez...
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Ooooh I'm intrigued and excited Rach! Tell me more!
ReplyDeleteMy Mum met my StepDad in a gym. True story - you might be surprised ;) xx Gem
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