Whack! The ball bounced off the garage door with a satisfying thud as she took out her rage with the racket. The ball bounced towards her and was sent flying.

Just another 45 minutes and I’ll be good. I shouldn’t of slipped up like that before. Stupid!

“Hey! What’d that ball ever do to you?” came a voice from the end of the driveway.

“Huh? Oh, hey Mark. It’s nothing. Just burning some calories.”

“Should of known. What was it this time?”

“A cookie.”

“Umm…so?”

“A cookie has like 200 calories! That completely throws off my count!” She sighed in exasperation and continued hitting the ball.

“Not eating is NOT a diet plan. You need stop this, you look great.You weigh like 85 pounds.”

“87. And it’s still too much.”

“I can count your ribs. When I can count your ribs, that’s not a good sign.”

“Shut up Mark! You don’t know what you’re talking about!Why the hell is everyone making such a big deal of this? I’m fine!” she screamed as she picked up the racket and stormed inside.