I hate pictures of myself. Period. I have since the winter of 1988 when I was pregnant with Devin...Well, there are a few from 1990, 1992 and 1996-97 that are fine, at least I'm just a little overweight in them, not morbidly obese...what the hell happened to me? I feel like I'm lost and drowning inside another person, ok, let's face it, 2 OTHER people...
This morning I was sitting here looking at some photo's thinking I should scrapbook a while...no way, no way in hell are THESE pictures going to be how people remember me! I came to this conclusipn after looking at one and thinking - "I sure hope I don't fall over on a sloped street, there'so telling where I'd stop"....not.good.
I'm going to go drag the exercise bike in off the porch, I can read and peddle, watch tv and peddle, or simply cry and peddle like I did on Thursday.....as long as I'm moving I really don't care how....
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