February 2, 1999.

Day Two of the not very severe crash diet. My weight seems to be stubbornly resisting change. Can't say I blame it. Went to my first step class today...you mean I get to listen to loud techno, have a bunch of veterans stare at me, and look at myself in a full length mirror wearing spandex and perspiration? Hey, where do I sign up?

I actually had a pretty good time, when I wasn't bungling the moves. I'm glad I went to the first level class, tho'...it's all too easy to convince yourself that you can handle the fourth level step class. After all, what's the big deal? You step up, you step down.

Spent the rest of the day tagging along with the Boy to Bay Street (don't ask), whereupon he refused to let me jump up & down on the elevators. If you time it right, you can soar up on the descent & be squashed on the ascent. It's a trick Ophelia taught me in her condo elevators, so I'm used to doing it in posh environs, but the Boy made me stop. I protested all the way out of the building...I can not jump up & down when I'm dead, goddamn it.

(tongue sticking out) Mnaa.

Just spoke to Javina, and she's given me the conditional go ahead to be mad at Dirk for this. Hmph. So I'm not a beautiful confident web woman, eh? Hmph.