My husband left me...

Well, I've been travelling...and I haven't gotten my fat ass to the gym in a couple of weeks.

Usually, there's one odd woman on the eliptical machine around the same time as me.

She's VERY intense. She focuses on running, never looking at the monitor. I watch the repeats of the Daily Show. Her hands and feet are in constant, almost uncontrolable motion. She scares me a little...

Last night, when I went to the gym, I saw her, and she looked like a different person. She lost so much weight.

When she finished, I stopped and turned to her, and said,

"You look great!"

"55 pounds," she said, and she smiled wide, giggling. "I come here every night - and I changed my diet. Thanks for noticing. You made my day." She was sheepish and shy, like a high school girl, not used to the attention.

"Well, you look great - more power to you!" I said.

"Yeah, my husband left me. I guess that's what gave me the impetus to lose the weight."

"Fuck him," I said.

"Yeah, fuck him is right." and she smiled.