At Least They're Committed

I do so dislike posting unflattering photos of myself, but I of course had to in order to tell the tornado story. I apologize. I’ve been fighting my weight for, like, ever and the lack of results are never more telling than in those pics. And don’t even get me started on my hair that day or while visiting the Midwest in general. My weight case isn’t helped by the fact that we’re cat sitting for D’s uncle and they’re based in MY workout room! I haven’t been able to even walk outside the past few days because of family and work-friend commitments. Which is not to say I didn’t have delightful evenings: I had a great deal of fun with work-friends and family, but no exercise. In addition, my metabolism is simply crawling. I was talking to Dad on his and Mom’s 53rd anniversary last night and he told me to get used to it, it’s going to get worse. Now, I’d like to think that this warning was similar to his “get used to being invisible to men now that your 40” remark of a decade ago, which hasn’t happened yet, but I’m afraid this time he might be right. He might be right last time now, but only because of my weight, not my age. Regardless, I feel compelled here and now to post a photo of me in this blog that is somewhat flattering to make up for my earlier short-and-fat-comings.