An update, generally:
The husband threw out my scale sometime in December (with my permission).
I'm trying very much to eat like a (more) normal person. It's generally going Not Well.
I turned 30 in January and keep hearing an echo in my head of my doctor telling me, in 2008, "You want to really beat [your eating disorder] before you're 30. From what I've seen, that seems to be an indicator of who beats it long-term, and who..." "... doesn't," is how I think I finished that.
Welp. 30 now. Trying not to be all nihilistic about that.
Oh, and I have started finding grey hairs. On my head.
Grey. Like this dude:
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| This dude lives at the Met, in the new American painting galleries, in the John Singer Sargent room, where I live now. |
No, yeah, I don't know.
I find it very hard to be cheerful today, a day during which an actual, elected member of the actual U.S. House of Representatives (that is, Darrell Issa) called a hearing to discuss (women's) birth control... and no women were permitted to testify.
I just... what?? What year is this? Where am I? What is "Griswold," anyway? Clark Griswold, surely. Griswold v. Connecticut can't really be a thing that happened in the real world if shit like this goes on, right?
I mean, right??
Ugh.
Okay, I'm ending this whine of a post. More later.
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