What?

Okay I am a little overweight and I do live in a pretty conservative valley town. Yesterday I was bemusing the fact that the teenager had driven my car without asking and I left for work with my usual 10 minutes to get there for an 8 minute drive. I had to get gas because the little orange gas tank was on. Eyew, I hate it when that happens. The Mr. gets all fussy if I let my tank get low in my car. Stopping at the gas 'n rob, I slip $20 in the tank and start laughing at the impulse buy bins next to the cash register. It looked like my trick or treat bowl from last night. I then saw my reflection, grimaced at the middle aged woman who smiled back and uttered for the bazillionth time, "I really do have to exercise and stop eating!" Okay it's all normal until what do I see in the middle of Woodbridge across from Cactus, (a perfectly delightful restaurant for a margarita and flautas), an elderly man in a hooded sweatshirt and his personal trainer doing tai chi on the sidewalk. OK God, if he can do something with his body so can I. Would you help me? Well, you know God has a sense of humor and there in front of me was a very large purple MOTHER'S COOKIES TRUCK! Sheesh, cut me some slack, please, God.