WrittenFantasies
She/her.
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2015
“I know. But I feel better. A little better. I kept food down today and last night. It’s not like I’m running a marathon. I can walk and jog a few miles while Owen is asleep.” It was true she did feel better than she had, mostly thanks to sleep. But she hadn’t been working out like she usually did because of being sick. And that would only lead to gaining weight. And she was so slothful during the holidays. It was all coming back to her now. She hadn’t stepped on a scale in months. She was going to have to report to Victoria’s Secret eventually, maybe she could do that while she was in New York too.
She looked at his script and then at him. Running lines wasn’t going to help her burn calories. She picked up the script and flipped through it, more of curiosity than trying to help.
“Do you like it?” She asked. “Acting? Being someone different? Are you going to be the next Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson or Batista?” She asked him.
Help him run lines now and treadmill later. As long as she got a solid work out in she would be fine. “Where you do want to start?” She asked and handed him the script. “We can go to the gym or move stuff around in here if you want.”
She looked at his script and then at him. Running lines wasn’t going to help her burn calories. She picked up the script and flipped through it, more of curiosity than trying to help.
“Do you like it?” She asked. “Acting? Being someone different? Are you going to be the next Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson or Batista?” She asked him.
Help him run lines now and treadmill later. As long as she got a solid work out in she would be fine. “Where you do want to start?” She asked and handed him the script. “We can go to the gym or move stuff around in here if you want.”