On my way back from Chipotle, I passed this woman who was just leaving the gym which I am also a member of, though I'm sure she uses it as more than a guaranteed place to pee in two major cities with no "you-must-buy-something-to-use-the-facility"-hassles; she had vertical lines on her abs and an amazingly fit figure. "I remember when I worked out 6 days a week and I looked half as good as that," I muttered to myself.
I almost walked in to a homeless person when I saw her duck in to FUDDRUCKER's for what I can only assume was her post-workout snack. I remember shrugging and then thinking, damn, what a lucky woman.
My GChat status was outdated, so I changed it to
"Yummy yummy yummy I have Chipotle in my tummy",
in part because one of my closest friends lives in the only remaining pocket of Amreeka with NO Chipotle and he regularly craves it-- yeah, I'm kind like that. A few hours later:
kt: how do you eat chipotle and all these good foods and remain so damn stick thin? please tell me the secret.
...and my view changed thanks to this friend whom I rarely see, who is quite a stunner herself. Suddenly, perspective rested like two reassuring hands on my shoulders, reminding me that we are all constantly looking at someone else, wishing we could eat at Fuddrucker's and still have a six-pack. Thanks, kt. :)