The hostess graciously asked “Ms. LaLanne” what time of day she
suggested one listen to the tapes if one had the time to do so. Once again, she sat
up straight, “Our Father in Heaven wants us to make every moment count. Our
minutes are like coins, spent once and gone forever.” I suddenly realized I had
thrown away thousands of dollars through the years doing bathroom and kitchen
floors. Probably thousands more in the laundry room. A burst of loud laughter
erupted from the kitchen. “Jane Fonda” continued. “I pop the tapes into my
Walkman and listen for an hour a day at the spa. Time on the treadmill and s-
StairMaster flies by more quickly; and I get blessed! On all levels!”
Suddenly, a ringing emanating from the corner of the room, and we realized
in an instant that it was the thin woman’s cellular phone. Harry had finished his
late dinner meeting and needed to be picked up, and she had the rental car. In a
flurry, she giggled, waved good-bye, hugged her siste,r and was gone. Deep
laughter errupted from our full figured frames directed at ourselves as much as at
our thin friend. Her physical perfection had worn us out. The energy of her
convictions had worn us down. And the kitchen grew very quiet as the men
discussed hair loss.
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