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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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April 18, 2006

Free people get to slouch. permalink

winoThis morning, when I left the house (and waited 20 minutes for the bus to come), it looked like it was about to dump. Now, the sun is shining. I shoulda rode my bike, I shoulda rode my bike.

But the bus is good for entertainment, at least. I was sitting unfortunately close to a couple women who were loudly discussing where the Nik3 outlet store was originally and where it was now, a friend who had gone back into prostitution and called it the music biz, text messaging with the guy du jour who was about to get dumped, how offended she was that another friend had offered to cut her (awful) hair, etc. I just worked on my i-cord for the ip0d sock.

Yesterday, I walked part of the way to work, and then walked all over creation over lunch. Quite pleasant. I got caught under the heated awning of the St2rbucks during a brief hail storm—I love watching a good storm from a safe place.
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This weekend marked the six mile walk. It's mortifying to me to see how much conditioning I've lost. It was a hard walk, not physically, but emotionally.

I know there are folks out there who find solo activities to be thoroughly unpleasant, just because the mind won't shut up. I generally really like my own company, but Saturday was hard. I was very relieved when my coworker caught up with me and we were able to chat.

Maybe this has nothing to do with it, but my dad's birthday would have been Sunday. He's been gone for 8 years now, and it's confusing why some years are harder than others.

I know he would be proud of me. But I miss him a lot.
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And, it appears my camera is dying. I've grown to love taking pictures, and now that it's mostly taking pictures of random digital noise, it is seriously bumming me out. We initially thought it was the compact flash. So, we changed out the card. Then, maybe it was the batteries. But now its sadly clear that it's the camera.

Posted at April 18, 2006

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