When I got to the fitness center I stood outside and stared at the glass doors.
For a moment I almost turned around. People were moving inside. Some were lifting weights. Others were running on treadmills. Everyone looked like they knew exactly what they were doing.
I looked down at myself. Then I remembered Ryan’s words and how he refused to tell me the truth. I was determined to lose this weight.
“He must beg me to come back.” I whispered.
My chest tightened. But this time I didn’t let the words stop me. I took a deep breath. “I’m doing this for me,” I whispered again.
Then I pushed the door open. The receptionist looked up. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” I smiled nervously. “I’m here to sign up.”
She handed me a form. “First time here?”
“Yes.”
“Great. Just fill this out.”
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