Have I mentioned before that my mother owns a couple of Curves Clubs?*
Mom’s a hands-on owner—the woman paints the walls and does her own maintenance on the machines—so I wasn’t surprised when she started taking instructor training workshops.
But I was completely floored when she told me she was teaching Zumba**—I don’t think I’ve ever seen her dance and rhythm has never really been her thing.*** It does seem to be going well, though, or at least Dad’s reported no injuries or lawsuits.
I’m very proud of her and would pay good money for video footage.^
So when my husband showed me a new webcomic he’d discovered, I knew I had to show Mom:^^
Promises Promises, by the talented and flat out funny Jules R. Faulkner, centers around an upscale women-only gym and spa and the trial and victories of the staff—Fiona, Trish, and Shanta—and their varied clientele, including the Baroness (aka Carmen Miranda up there), who is such an unrepentantly difficult client that she’s almost become one of the family.
It kicks ass, y’all.
While I can be militant against body-shaming, think the BMI is the greatest crock of crap since the Ex-Lax Diet, and fully believe that when it comes to fat and health, correlation does not equal causation,^^^ I’m all for true wellness in all its infinite forms and this comic delivers tips, tricks, encouragement, sympathy, and a lot of humor without ever venturing near Thinner-Than-Thou territory.
I really appreciate that.
And I adore the Baroness’ style:
You know you’re in that line somewhere, my friends. Let’s all aim for the fourth or fifth, okay?
If you’re a Facebook friend, you’ve seen me share a few as I went through the archives from the beginning.
It’s Monday, so you’re probably pulling a double shift, Mom, but check these out anyway—it’s work-related!
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*For those of you outside the franchise territories, these are women-only circuit gyms.
**Zumba is dance aerobics to music that makes it impossible not to move. Unless, of course, you’re me and have had years of practice not moving.
***Sorry, Mom. But I’ve seen you play Ping Pong. And I remember what you said about the music I liked to listen to when I was doing my homework.
^Seriously—if you’re on her staff or take her classes, I’ll make it worth your while. My contact info is in the corner up there.
^^Except I had to wait for two weeks because she was still on that cruise to Argentina, Brazil, and Uruguay. Yeah, I know.
^^^And someday I’ll share the whole story, but not yet and probably not here.
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