Molly

Molly pulled up her 3x pants, one hop into a leg of her Capri stretch pants, at a time. The struggle was real and she didn’t have time for that. She was already running quite a bit late and could see the sun rising through the slightly opened plantation blinds in front of her. She had only five minutes to be out the door and she knew it would take at least that long to finish putting the wretched pants on she had bought recently at a New Years Fitness Sale. Her resolutions were going to be met and she was already proud to say that the main one was to lose 30 pounds within the first 30 days of the new year and here it was 2 weeks in and thanks to her trusty too tight pants, she was half way there. However she knew if she didn’t keep up the grueling hour long power workouts each morning before going to work, each and every single day, as well as keep her calories under 1000, she would risk the possibility of not meeting her goals and she was in a panic at the mere thought of being late or worse yet missing her beloved class all together.

“ Damn it to absolute heck!” She bit her tongue trying to not curse one seemingly bad word. People often said she could out curse a sailor. So she decided to stop cursing so much as one of her resolutions. A habit she had picked up from her older brother growing up, a professional criminal with a dirty mouth. It wasn’t like she had parents to raise her, they had died when she was nine in a car wreck so her drug addict brother took over in raising her but only for a short while. He had been sentenced to a life in prison after supposedly murdering a guy he owed money to that he denies he committed. She missed him terribly. Despite his drug habit and unpleasant grammar he had been a great brother to her. She actually was one of few that believed he was indeed innocent. It was a shame the system took him from her, leaving her an orphan. They placed her-immediately into an emergency shelter and then onto one foster home after another. Finally her Aunt Sharla from Beaumont got word that she was in need of a place to call home and took her in and raised her through out most of her teen years and up until it was time for her to go to college.

“ I just can’t believe I’m running behind!” She jumped into the other pant leg pulling them up to her waste. She could feel sweet beads forming on her forehead, her golden locks albeit in a ponytail had worked their way into a sticky wad against her neck. She wiped the fresh perspiration off her rosy plump cheeks and began to take a couple of deep breaths like her therapist had told her to do every-time she felt the slightest of anxiety attacks coming on. “ Gawd, now for the stupid shoes. -Worst part!” She grabbed her new pair of athletic shoes. The one and only thing she paid full price for in her arsenal of fit attire and began to lace them on with one shallow breath a time. Bending over was the hardest when you had a gut the size of the stay puffed marshmallow, wedged between you and your little feet. She felt accomplished when she finally finished placing the fluorescent greens and blues to her feet. She took one glance at the snug digital Apple on her wrist and realized she had literally one second to head out the door, otherwise she would not make it in time. She wanted to be in the front of the class so she could get the most out of it and she didn’t even care that some of the younger more fit girls gawked at her with disgust, along with muttered comments about her size. She looked in the mirror with triumph and determination and would one day be teaching that class so she wasn’t going to let them keep her from winning. She was going to lose this weight within one year and was not going to let anyone stop her. Even if it meant driving 10 over the speed limit which she planned to do this morning in order to make it on time. And with her keys in hand she raced to her ruby red Crossover parked under her aunts prized sycamore tree and took off as the sun began to rise up along with her.