As she sliced a wholemeal loaf and mixed chopped boiled eggs with mayonnaise and a sprinkling of chives she wondered if she should get one of those fitness bands too. Not that just wearing it made you lose weight and get fit. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Just strap it round your wrist and – hey presto – several pounds lighter and down a couple of dress sizes. Nope, obviously some serious effort was involved, particularly in the putting one foot in front of the other department. Celeste was well aware that exercise wasn't really her thing. She drove virtually everywhere and always sought out a parking spot as close as humanly possible to her destination. She'd tried a Pilates class once but kept falling off the Swiss ball thingy and she detested the thought of swimming or aquarobics. All that getting hair wet and make-up smeared everywhere.
Michael had always kept himself in good shape, whereas Celeste knew she'd let the weight creep on in recent years. She was far from obese – goodness, she'd never allow that to happen – but tightening waistbands and blouses that gaped between the buttons were irrefutable proof of her expanding figure.
Maybe she should pop out to the shops now, treat herself to a band? She'd picked up Michael's at the local sports store after looking at several models and opting for the one recommended by the friendly assistant. What was it called again? Something Up, if she rightly recalled. Jawline? Wishbone? No matter, she'd recognise it when she saw it.
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