Let's say that before you came to Grenada, you thought you'd have all this time to do things you never had time to do before.
For instance. Supposing you really wanted to get in shape before moving back to the Mainland. "It's gonna be so great," you said to yourself. "A couple months from now, I'll be looking like Maria What's-Her-Face from Victoria's Secret! And my [student] will be looking like [insert svelte Hollywood A-List Actor here]. We will be like the sexy, well-oiled power couple in that Bowflex commercial!"
But then you get here. And you realize, "Wait a minute, my [student] can't even get to the beach once a week, let alone the gym. And while you're at it, it's FIFTEEN-BILLION DEGREES outside (which means it's still fourteen-billion degrees INSIDE, even with several fans and gold-level AC) and you can barely bring yourself to pick up a dish between 1:00-7:00pm, let alone work out.
***By the way, as I write this, I'm pretty sure--yes, definitely sure--a bug just flew into my eye.***
So now you're in the metaphorical car, past the on-ramp and well on your way to the Freeway of Resentment. Heading toward Obiesityville, with a possible pit stop in Depression City. Maybe you should've lowered your expectations, you think. At least then, the five pounds you sweated off in the first two weeks would've seemed like a bigger deal.
You're welcome.
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