the Gym (O, scary!)

(my tale, told in Pooh story version)

One day, Winnie-the-Pooh wandered around the hundred-acre-woods, having just finished a large jar of "hunny", he's getting a little food coma. As he dizzily approached a new building across from the parking lot, he sees a notice saying that "under new management, we are now offering a new set of gym classes"!

"O, that's interesting." He mumbled to himself, while scratching his furry head, trying to remember when was the last time he's ever intentionally "exercised"? (urh.. ~ 2 yrs. ago?!)

"O, Gym, it's such a scary place." he thought, "and it's full of 'monsters' that can jump high and bend their limbs in unthinkable ways! what if I go in and they try to fold me into a ball or twist me into a prezel or something?"

But on a sugar-high he signs up for some aerobic classes, due to the full stomach, he almost fainted at the first "boot camp" class. That's when he realized how big his yummy-tummy's gotten. (and how badly in shape he really is!)

From then on, he's decided that the "gym" isn't such a scary place after all, and he's made a decision to take at least 3 classes per week, and he's draged his pals : piglet, eeyore, tigger, rabbit, etc and the whole gang to the gym with him. His favourite class is called "Hi/Lo" because -- (that's right, it's the EASIEST!) plus he gets to jump around and feel pretty good about himself the whole time even if the calories spent isn't really that high ] ...

Now he's napping and dreaming of the yummy ice-cream and cheese cake he gets to eat Guilt FREE ... heeheee..

Hopefully this will become his Modus operandi, after all, Christopher Robin knows that he's a narcissistic "silly old bear"!