Dear Diary,
The holiday season is not doing a thing to assist me with my fitness endeavor. Of course, neither is my lack of motivation. Every time I turn around, someone is shoving cheesecake, or cookies, or some other tasty goodie in my face. It would be downright rude to decline. Being well mannered has its price!
This morning, I came out of the bookstore to discover a truck parked very close to my driver’s door. It was parked in the opposite direction, so the driver was sitting next to my car door as I carefully tried to open it without hitting his truck. He rolled his window down.
“I didn’t mean to squeeze you out there.”
“Thankfully it’s before the holiday, so I can still make the squeeze.”
“Now, you would have to eat a LOT to mess that up.”
I smiled politely and said thank you, but since he was a black man- and black men like women with junk in their trunk- I didn’t really consider it a compliment.
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