Photographic evidence.

So I got two photos of myself recently. One's from aaages ago, one from a few weeks ago. I have to say that as much as I dislike defining myself by physical image, it was incredibly difficult to look at. The comparison of "this is what I was" to "this is what I've allowed myself to become" is overwhelmingly negative. It's deeply and horribly affecting.

It has, of course, meant that I worked out hard today, and ate carefully. And my therapy today was fairly single-minded. I'm so frustrated. What the fuck am I doing?

Well, well.

Bill was bemoaning the fact that Pennsylvania's primary is so late, it just doesn't matter. Looks like for once, that's not true.

I'm actually rooting for Hillary. I like them both, yes, but I'm leaning towards her.

Sob!

http://steampunkworkshop.com/daveveloz.shtml


I will never own this. But then, I could never do it justice.

I weep!