It's In The Bag

“See, I have it in here,” Rosa said and pulled out her little caramilk bar from within her bag. If you looked at her, you’d think chocolate would be the last thing she was addicted to, she was, after all, the one who had kicked my a** in a spinning class that morning.

“I was big, 200lbs,” she said as we walked out of the spinning room. “One of my clients invited me to his gym. I saw the weights, tried a class, little by little, I got hooked, and now I can’t stop.” That “hooked” thing, that ever talked about, endorphin love and need, that was what she was trying to inspire everyone in the class to have.

But the chocolate, we still weren’t sure how that played into her fitness filled life. “You know, someone asked me once, “sex or chocolate?” not the answer we were anticipating. “Chocolate. Without a doubt in my mind. Chocolate,” she let out a rolling laugh as she said it. “Chocolate won’t give you diseases, it doesn’t yell at you,” the list went on, but most importantly, “it’s there for you. You know?” She didn’t want it all the time, but she liked knowing that it was in her bag, ready for when she called.

Opportunity: Don’t just be there, be the only one she wants to be there.