Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

I finish my last lap and slap another star on my exercise calendar. I have made it through the first week...almost.

‘This will be the year I will see my feet again’ was the number one resolution on the New Year’s list I had enthusiastically compiled on the 31st of December. Having lost three pounds already I am well on my way...and it’s only January 5th.

Yippee!

In previous years, I have been known to pull out the Genie’s lamp and rub it frantically, while making wishes for health and wealth. This is the first year realism has come into play. In full disclosure, I am being forced into this action by my doctor: my Body Mass Index is off the charts, lurking in the obese category.

“You must get into shape or you will die,” he said at my last checkup, not sugar-coating my condition as he has done in the past.

Since premature death was not an option I relished, I decided to ring 2013 with resolve to lower my BMI and live another day.

Energized from my workout, I do a little dance and head for the kitchen and an evening snack. Massive piles of carrots and celery greet me as the refrigerator door opens...a cornucopia of healthy eating awaits ingestion...

As I close the door, veggies in hand, Papa John’s enticing pamphlet catches my eye from its place under the refrigerator magnet.

I weigh my options: carrots and celery or a large pepperoni pizza.

I drop the bunny food and pick up the phone.

I'll start again tomorrow...cross my heart.