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forgotten how,” she admitted as he guided her enthusiastically around the floor.
     
    After a bitter and protracted divorce, the breakup a few years later with her live-in, Robert, twelve hour work days up until her retirement and continued efforts to rear her college-educated, now adult daughters, Lynette had eaten on the pounds.  Rationalizing that the food was to compensate, or maybe it was more to keep up her strength for the next battle, she kept telling herself it wasn’t all that bad.  The weight was not instantaneous, it crept on slowly.  She’d gained over 40 pounds.  When her clothes became too snug, she just purchased larger size suits and more loose fitting blouses.  In time she blossomed up from a size 10 to a size 16.  It made her self-conscious and it was an excuse she used to avoid seeking out male companionship, so going out on a date and dancing had been out of the question for a long time.  In some ways the weight on her was inconsequential.  She didn’t have time to pamper another insecure partner or cater to his needs.  Her singleness was deliberate and well thought out.  She made other major forward-looking decisions in her life also.  As she was planning her second career – owning her own training and consulting company - she decided to revamp her self - body and lifestyle. The 40 pounds would have to come off. It wasn’t healthy and she wanted her old body back.  In younger years, she was stacked!  Shapely, small breasts that didn’t need support, tiny waist, hips that moved like two monkeys playing in a croaker sack and thighs firm as a ripe melon.  The careful and slow loss brought her down from a size 16 to a size 12.  She reasoned that if she was taller, she’d be a size 8 or 10, but at 5 foot 3 inches, there wasn’t a lot of height over which to stretch the pounds.  Size 12 was good though.  She had regained quite a nice figure and had a discernibly curvy waistline again, which she checked every day in her mirror.  Lynette was proud of the loss.  She had much of her self image back – not that she’d ever lost it completely.  She just loved food, and sweets were her downfall. Growing up in a family where there were always home-made desserts, dripping with butter, sitting in the middle of the kitchen table, proudly created by her 259 pound grandmother, she’d developed a penchant for high calorie sweets.   She remembered all those mornings in the office when she showed up with Round Rock donuts, and washed three or four of them down with chocolate milk!!!  What was she thinking?  She hadn’t had a donut in six months, but the nice thing about loosing the weight the way she did, slowly and methodically, was the fact that she could eat anything she wanted, she just ate in moderation now, careful of portion control.  She could eat a donut – or two –if she wanted.  She could drink low fat chocolate milk.  Just not every day!  Exercise, well that was her downfall.  She hated it.  She started walking to the mailbox instead of driving, and though it was not good for her knee, she often took stairs instead of an elevator.  What she found was that after the knee surgery and the weight came off, the knee was no longer a problem.  Damn those doctors who’d been telling her for years to eat a little less and move a little more!!!   Damn them for knowing the simple secret!!!    She could use some toning up, but then, what were the stairs at the condo good for?  That’s how she used them.  Since they came with the condo, the compromise in her mind was that they would be put to use.  She found on one visit that after about five days of running – or walking – up and down them several times a day, her thighs felt tighter and her buttocks was clearly firmer.  She liked her new shape.
     
    Back at the table, Lynette took long sips of her soda through the straw and then blew out a breath of relief.  “The old girl’s still got it,” she bragged