(Short Story Fiction) Does anyone really plan to get fat? It’s a very unintentional thing that happens over the course of many days and months because, well… life happens. This is a small part of a day in the life of the ever-so-frustrated Brenda Mays. Can you relate to her struggles? Can you pinpoint her snafus? What can Brenda do differently to get the results she desires?
BRENDA IS GETTING FAT
Brenda Mays rooted through the pile of dirty clothes in her laundry basket. She picked out her favorite pair of black workout capris and smelled the butt part of the pants.
“Mom? What the heck are you doing?” Brenda’s teenage son, James, was standing in the doorway of his mother’s bedroom.
“Calm down, boy,” she said in dismissive tone. “I only had these pants on for 20 minutes yesterday. I was gonna workout but I got held up watching the Maury show. These pants smell just fine. They ain’t dirty yet.”
“I don’t care. Stop sniffing your butt.”
Brenda defended herself. “I am NOT sniffing my butt! I just… I… ehh, whatever, boy. I don’t know why I’m trying to explain myself to you anyway. Now get on outta my room so I can change into my workout clothes.”