A Trip To The Gym

Day 4 ~ Pugnacious

 

A Trip To The Gym

Morning rolled around far too quickly for Diane’s liking. She turned to face her husband, but his side of the bed was empty. Yawning, she dragged herself upright and grabbed her dressing gown from the nightstand.

Out on the landing, she could hear noises coming from the kitchen. Odd noises; ones she hadn’t heard in a long while. Nick was singing. How strange. Her husband’s shame-filled face paused mid-harmony when she pushed open the door.

“Oh, hey. I wasn’t expecting you just yet.” He lowered his eyes then turned away from her. Okay, so she was intrigued.

“Clearly, you weren’t.” She laughed as she took a seat. “So. What’s for breakfast?”

Nick grinned, full of self satisfaction, and grabbed something from the counter. “Ta-dah!” He stood in front of her, his grin reaching ear to ear.

Diane looked from the bowl of gloop to her husband. “What is this?”

“Now, don’t take that attitude. Remember, we’re all about the health.”

“Yeah, okay. But what is this?” A heat settled in her chest.

“It’s oatmeal with raspberries and blueberries and honey to sweeten.” Nick’s smile grew smaller with every word. “Honey for my honey.” He tapped Diane’s hand and flashed his winning grin.

“Fruit. For breakfast. Fruit in gloop for breakfast.” She rolled her eyes as she lifted the spoon to her mouth. What surprised her was how the sharpness of the berries blended with the sweetness of the honey and tasted—dare she say it?—nice. In the end, she chose not to let Nick see the joyful dance exploding inside her mouth. When finished, she simply said, “I’m going for a shower.”

By the time she could find no more excuses to avoid the gym, Nick was pumped, hopping from foot to foot. He couldn’t wait to be her personal trainer. If only there was a way to let him down gently. In the car, he talked about all the different areas of the gym. She liked the sound of the pool; she had always enjoyed swimming. Not that she had a costume, but a shopping trip to buy one could be fun. Only if she decided to make this a regular outing, of course.

As they stood before the glass doors, which were all gaudy fluorescent writing and youthfulness, Diane took her husband’s hand. “Hang on a minute.”

“What?” Nick tilted his head.

“I’m a bit scared.”

Nick chuckled. “Scared? You? Come on, don’t be ridiculous. You’re not scared of anything.” He pulled on her wrist, but she didn’t budge.

“Wait, Nick. Please. I’m going to be the fattest person in there, aren’t I? All those skinny, little gorgeous people are going to laugh at big, fat me.”

She averted her eyes as she felt her husband turn toward her. “I’m too ashamed to go in.” She sniffed and felt her eyes burn.

“Why didn’t you say something before? You don’t have to go to a gym to exercise, there are lots of things that will help. Even walking, that’s wonderful exercise.”

It took all her courage to meet her husband’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” She paused and took a shaky breath. “I’m such a failure. I’m so sorry.” Her shoulders shook as she was unable to control the sobs.

Throwing his arms around her, he said, “You are not a failure, Di. You’re incredible. This isn’t like you at all, you’re usually so pugnacious. I’ve never known you to worry about what others think before.”

She walked back to the car and waited for Nick to follow. “I’ve never been this big before.” Her soft voice almost dissipated before it reached him.

As he climbed into the car, he put his hand on her knee. “We’ll get through this, honey. I’ll help, I promise. When we get home, we’ll work out some menus and a schedule of walking, or whatever exercise you want. I’ll help however I can. Okay?”

It was hard not to smile when someone loved you that much. She was sure she had never done anything to deserve him. Squeezing his hand, she said, “Thank you,” and started making a mental list of fruit and vegetables she liked eating. When she couldn’t go any further than bananas and green beans, she gave up and decided to wait for Nick’s ideas.

Pugnacious – Inclined to quarrel, or ready to fight

 

***Find out what happens in tomorrow’s final instalment of Diane’s battle with naughty foods!***

Author: chocotales

I am a writer who is passionate about words. I find them magical and seductive. I write short stories, poetry, and non fiction. I'm currently working on my first novel.

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