Who: Tish and Open What: The aftereffects of Gluttony call for a little extra exercise on Tish’s part. She’s jumping rope in the gym and getting a little frustrated at her lack of stamina. Where: The community gym and kitchen When: Present time
It was amazing what one solid week of bingeing on tasty treats could do to a girl’s figure. Tish wasn’t sure if other people had noticed it, but her jeans were more snug than usual and she saw the beginnings of an awful muffin-top even when she was wearing her sweat pants with the material that gave and stretched slightly. She stared at the new development in her full length mirror, scrutinizing it with narrowed eyes. For someone who had always taken pride in her figure, this would simply not do.
She could do crunches in her room, but her favorite exercise, jumping rope, required more room than her apartment could provide. She left her music in her apartment, not wanting to blare it in a community room for fear of being thought of as obnoxious, and went off to the wide open spaces of the community gym.
Tish had invested in a pretty basic plastic jump rope just the right length for someone of her height. Miraculously she had some money left over after all of the edible treats she had purchased in the past week or so. After a little bit of stretching, Tish went to town.
Waves of disappointed came over Tish when, after a relatively short bit of time, she found herself winded and ready for a break. Such a thing could have been easily explained as happening because she hadn’t subjected herself to strenuous exercise for a while. The past week had been spent mostly sitting around and eating. Still, she let out a small cry of frustration and stomped her feet like a little kid might do. With a huff, she made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water to prepare herself for a rematch with the jump rope.