i'm sitting at my desk. in my cubicle. surrounded by paperweights, file cabinets and candy jars. i unwrap a piece of mini sized milk chocolate & suddenly remember that chocolate goes straight to my love handles. i wrap it back up, throw it in the trash and lay out a sigh of triumph and relief. i wonder if the quotes of wisdom etched into the foil are supposed to distract me from ravaging that silky smooth tablespoon of refined sugar that i usually enjoy. getting it stuck on my top and bottom molars as it stains my two front teeth.
before bed i'm staring at the medicine cabinet mirror again. does my face look fatter? is that crease in my neck a double chin? back on the scale and i've apparently lost 5 pounds in a week. i move the scale around the room, let it rest. nope. fooled. i'm sure those things expire after so many uses and after much time in the bathroom i'm on amazon.com looking for an extra high-waisted pair of spanx.
to hell with aging, to hell with gravity. you've taken my once oogled derrière.