Stepping Up

(Or telling former skinny me to f&%* off)

I bought a stepper, rocker, exercise thing. Even writing that, I can hear how unimpressed I sound. Past versions of me would have absolutely rolled their eyes at what qualifies as a workout now.

But past versions of me are not living in this body.

And while I am fairly certain some earlier, fitter, smugger Amanda is judging me from afar, present-day me ha…