Ego Complex

Lately I feel that I've shrunk for some reason. I'm assuming it must be the humid Los Angeles sun who tend to make a prune of the working class walking under her rays (I was thinking of taking back that rant months ago about the sun not coming too soon... >Insert cliche here<). I've been making up lost time in the gym by applying it on outside world. Thirty minutes of treadmill -- walking to the bank and back everyday. The stairmaster -- the way to the Metro train station. Step classes -- avoiding the crowds on stairs.

In the office, all women consciously or unconsciously try to play the slimming game. There are only four of us, and each of us have four different diet regimen(s). One is into Weight Watchers, the other with Jenny Craig, one is into yoga and some outdoor sport, and me trailing off into a non-active gym status but as I said before, I have my natural sauna and machine replacements. Somehow it worked for us, and very encouragingly, in fact. One day the building manager's skirt slipped as she was standing up. Person #2 slipped into a $4.99 nice halter dress that only tiny women buy. The yoga person is already skinny she is her own walking compliment. I brag quietly in the bathroom mirror for walking in heels on certain days. The height leverage make my butt look good I can't help praising it, only in my imagination. We feel like this formidable force now, that neither junk food or carbs can stop us now. Until I tripped on the sidewalk in my heels.