It all started when I decided I would like mince pie this holiday season. Not one. Not two, But, maybe three of those juicy enigmas that I could never see any value to when I was smaller.
However, when I got LARGER (as in body mass, not age), I began to crave those things that my mother made. When younger, the word ‘mince meat’ turned me off. But, I discovered that the meat could also refer to the meat of an apple, orange or raisin. So, that’s when I added the Hard Sauce which is pure butter and powdered sugar with some vanilla dropped in for drill.
Deadly. Especially since I am the only one in my family who eats these pies. I now have cultivated a friend from the Isle of Wight in England who appreciates these Anglo things; but let’s get on with the point.
So, What's the Point?
The point is: I signed up for some tough workouts with Taylor Catrett here at AVAC. Simply so that I could get in shape to eat mince meat pies over the next six weeks.
Instead, I have discovered that while he was making mince meat of my muscles, I have shaped up so much that the towels here at the club (which used to pop off and not quite cover the extent of me) now fully wrap around the girth of me.
Whew. As for the mince meat, I have found five other people who want some of my pies so I won’t have to eat the delicacies all by myself.
Happy Tanks Giving. If you are in San Jose or the South Bay, you might want to try Universal Fit with Taylor. It’s awesome!
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