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just going to flat out ask him. I mean, he might have a girlfriend. Or be married. It's not like I checked if he wore a ring. I'm not doing that again." Amber's privy to my situation and knows about Daniel and what he put me through. Even though she doesn't have kids, she understands a breakup from her short-lived marriage. I'm glad she didn't shun me as being the other woman, because I'm positive a lot of people do.  
    We head back to our desks, and my mind clutters with all the scenarios on why Jay would never want to go out with me. I can't imagine being assertive enough to ask him out, not to mention I'll probably never run into him again. I could shoot myself in the foot for not yelling at him to wait before he walked out the door, but who am I kidding? He never would have said yes. I suck up my failure as my phone rings, knowing all too well I'm destined to be single forever.

chapter five

    The next day flies by and I don't get to take my walk as planned. James is running a small fever so I stay with him and we cuddle on the couch, watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse all night. Something about wrapping up in a blanket together and holding him close to me even though his body burns mine up with his fever relaxes me. Nothing compares to snuggling my baby in my arms and comforting him when he's sick. He likes to grab onto my hand and rub it and hold his blanket with the other. He finally falls asleep around nine and we sleep on the couch all night. When we wake in the morning, his fever is gone. He's "bouncing off the walls" as my mom used to say about me.  
    After an uneventful morning, my mom offers to babysit James while I get some fresh air. The temperature rose drastically to around fifty degrees, and rain is in the forecast for later, so I need to take advantage. I consider purchasing a treadmill, but the thought of staring at a wall while walking bores me to death. And who can really afford one of those that puts me in the middle of the mountains or on a picturesque beach? I skip the gloves, even though my hands got so cold the other day. I toss my earbuds in and queue up Taylor Swift. My mom plans on giving James a bath, which he absolutely loves. He enjoys when I give him a bath loaded with bubbles, but grandma always lets him splash. Splashing beats bubbles any day.  
    I promise her I'll keep my walk short. She needs to do some errands in the early afternoon and I want to be sure to eat a healthy lunch and cuddle some more with James before his nap. She tells me not to rush, but I want to get back home to James. I heard forming a habit takes twenty-one days and I hope that's true, because if in twenty-one days I still dread my walks, I'll lose my weight-loss battle.  
    I step out into the now warmer air and stretch my legs a bit first. I read online about the importance of making sure my muscles are loose and warm before beginning a workout. I'm still not convinced walking is a workout, but the more I do it, I figure I'll get better. I'll walk farther and faster and burn more calories. Eventually, I'll be a runner. Of course, I probably will fall flat on my ass six out of seven days I run, but I'll try anyway.  
    With Taylor Swift singing in my ear to "Shake It Off", I start down the driveway, pumping my legs and my arms at the same time. I keep having to remind myself to inhale and exhale, which I also read about online. Exercising isn't enough. According to everything I read, a proper workout needs a certain breathing pattern as well. If I don't follow what I read online, I don't know if my results will be compromised, but I don't want to take the chance. So, just as the Big Bad Wolf does, I huff and I puff but instead of blowing on a house, I blow out into the air. I find as Taylor's songs pick up the pace, I do as well. Fast-paced music will be a requirement with every single walk.  
    I strut along for about fifteen minutes, only checking my app one time to see how far I've gone. A mile into my workout, I