My consciences

    So what if it’s not a word; the truth is that there are at least two people acting as my conscience.

    News got out recently (likely from my big mouth) that I’ve implemented an exercise routine. Now I’m being held to it.

    My co-worker Julie piped up yesterday around 2:30 in the afternoon to ask, “Minal Gandhi, did you go work out today?”

    There was a pause. And then a look — from me to her, and vice versa.

    She raised her eyebrows in a no-nonsense manner, waiting for me to respond.

    “Umm, no…?” I said finally, trying to make my guilt sound adorable.

    I wasn’t successful.

    Julie told me that I never should’ve let her know about my fitness goal, because now she’s going to check in regulary to ask whether I made my promised visit to the company’s gym. This was after she revealed that she’s been exercising every day since March (or was it May?) and that she’s lost 30 pounds altogether thus far. She added also that she gets up around 5 each morning to get her workout in.

    I sat there quietly for several minutes — vexed.

    And then, a half-hour later, I was sweating on a treadmill.

    Even if my conscience isn’t effective, I can at least say I have another one that is.

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    2 Responses to “My consciences”

    1. 1 Erin Says:

      How obnoxious.

    2. 2 Mike Oz Says:

      This is probably not the response you were looking for, but I appreciate that this Julie woman, as obnoxious as she might be, called you “Minal Gandhi,” in the ole your-whole-name-is-your-first-name fashion.

      Cuz I do that.

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