Sweat cascades down my head as I pedal, one, two, three miles, uphill both ways. I race along on the treadmill to the beat of my iPod. My opponent’s picture, the one taped to my fridge, keeps my fists jabbing at the speed bag until my arms ache.
Dinner. I bite the dry chicken and force it down with soggy broccoli. Water, more water.
It’s time. Behind the ropes, my friends shout my name. We want this opponent taken down.
I step forward onto the Weight Watchers scale. I lost four pounds.
I’m happy to be a loser in this round.
Thanks – haha, I like the misdirection and humor here :D. And very zeitgeisty!
Thank you Alex!!
Lots of action and good imagery here. A good example of show and tell!
Thank you Bobby!
The story details are doled out at a good, steady pace. The mention of the ‘fridge’ early on works well to set up the ending, as it’s all about dieting, the fridge taking center stage in that battle. The rollercoaster of dieting will be familiar to many. Well done. Sue Ann.
Thank you Exiled Prospero!!
Terrific story. So surprising.
Thank you Joanna
I’m with the rest. This was engaging with a good rhythm and I liked the emotion conveyed by the soggy brocolli. My kind of story
Thank you Beebles.