Ms Michelin

I have been a personal wellness coach for several months now, but I still haven’t gotten rid of my belly.  I know I haven’t put as much effort as I should, so I deserve the name Michelin.  For how long?  Give me 3 months, and I’ll give you Jennifer Lopez abs.

 

Ooopps!

I have a penchant for wearing high-heeled shoes.  It comes with my height, I suppose.  Somehow, a few additional inches makes a difference.  But I am a clumsy. This is the problem.

As I was walking on the sidewalk on my way to work today, I suddenly tripped over an uneven portion of the pavement.  “Damn these shoes!  I almost injured my ankle.” I said to myself.  Out of embarassment, I looked around to see if somebody saw me.  Since it was early,  nobody else was on the sidewalk.  Thank God.  But suddenly,  a guy in a car slowed down and had this concerned look on his face asking me if I was alright.  Apparently, somebody saw me.  Though a little embarassed, I told him everything was fine and went on my way.  I’m glad this is America.  Given a similar situation in PI, he  would have laughed at me. 

Or maybe that guy was an actor and he was just brushing on his acting skills, pretending to look concerned while dying with laughter inside. Oh well, who knows.  For now, I vowed not to  walk on uneven pavements.