Is It Possible To Turn This Type A Into A Type B... and Do I Even Want To?

Richard Simmons I Am Not

Richard Simmons I Am Not

Some of you were asking how my experience with doing squats before bedtime went – and did I actually do them? The answer to the second part is yes, and I’ll get to the answer to the first part in just a minute.

Scott and I have been married for almost 16 years and were together for several years before that. The point is – we know each other pretty well by now. Always I love that guy and many times things are still fresh and exciting. At this point in our relationship, though, sometimes we could be a music video for the B. B. King song – “The thrill is gone. The thrill is gone away.” The night before last falls into that category.

Of course, I remembered the squat plan in the moments right before bed so I made Scott stay in the bathroom with me while I brushed my teeth – and squatted. Type A multi-tasker extraordinaire! We would have made quite a lovely picture – facing each other – squatting – me in an old t-shirt with a toothbrush in my mouth and Scott in boxer briefs. The thrill is gone… The thrill is gone away…

20 squats later, and one spit and rinse, we fell into our beds and both conked out. 5 hours and 15 minutes later – at 4:15, I awoke. Never to sleep again. (At least for that night).

2 hours and 45 minutes later, Scott awoke. Refreshed.

Unaware of my night he comes out of the bedroom into the living room, crowing. “Man, I don’t know if it was the squats or what, but I slept the whole night through without waking once! For anything! I feel so good! How about you?”

Mother F-er.



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