Working out

My friend mentioned that his wife goes to the gym in the evenings. I asked, “Do you ever join her?”

And with his hand proudly on a generous stomach, he joked, “Does this look like a body that works out?”

We both laughed.

But in truth, I try not to make such assumptions. I’ve learned that what we see of others is a fleeting moment in time — a person in subtle transition between yesterday and tomorrow.

And how we look doesn’t always tell the story of what we do.