This morning I had blood drawn again, which always makes me feel weaker and more fragile than I actually am, just because I fear the results. 15 minutes later, buying a latte (caffeine habit still strong, I'm afraid) I saw an impossibly slender woman in line and almost cried at the seeming hopelessness of diet and exercise when every pound lost is such a battle for my low metabolism body. Later, at work, I had to smile at an email from a co-worker who started what she's decided to call the Winners Circle Weight Loss Competition.