This morning, as often happens, I waited in a line to catch the elevator to Plaid's office on the 12th floor. When the elevator arrived, I wasn't sure if I would make it on or have to wait for another one. I was about the 10th person in line.
As I approached the door I saw one perfect Emily size spot remaining. What luck!
Or not.
My Asian counterparts, most much skinnier than me, continued to pile into the elevator, squishing everyone together like sardines in a can. There were no formalities or polite "excuse me's", they just kept barreling on in until there were 18 of us tightly packed in a space that would comfortably hold about 8 Americans. Even the sign on the wall said the person limit was 15.
I survived, made it to the office on time, and vowed to myself to start taking the stairs at least a couple times a week. I've been trying to think of a way to knock off 10 more pounds of post-baby weight, and I think this might be the ticket.
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