February 23, 2011

So I received a letter yesterday...

Dear Not A Model,

This is not easy for me to say but I have to get it out. Things seem to be very different between us. You've been distant and absent lately. At first, I thought it was just a phase but then things got worse. I noticed that you started getting closer with Mrs. Loafa Bread and Mr. Past Abowl and you began choosing them over me.

I hate to admit it, but I miss your lime green running shoes and the smell of your sweat. I miss the music on your I-pod and that baggy sweatshirt that you only wear for the first 15 minutes and toss aside. It's hard for me to watch you throw everything away for a cheap carb.

Sure, I'm grey and hard and tough, but think about all I've done for your body. With me, your clothes fit better and your skin glows. I get emotional thinking about how much I've invested in your heart. Does that mean nothing to you? Word on the mat is that you're getting softer. Call me shallow, but I prefer a strong body to a weak one.  

Rumour has it that you want me back. Well listen here sweetheart, I won't make it easy. It won't be like the old days. It's tough love babe, but trust me, one step and you'll be hooked again. Lace 'em up.

Yours truly,

Tread Mill