I am fat.
If you’d asked me as a teenager whether I thought I’d grow up to be fat, I would have laughed in your face. I was anorexic, you see. At age 19 I was wearing clothes meant for 7-8-year-olds.
I have never had a good relationship with food. Read more
I might stop the general weekly round-ups now, since I’m back on my feet after surgery and therefore have no need to update people via the blog. But the reading will continue, obviously, and so will the book round-ups.
This week I read two books, and both were good.
Like so many other people, one of my resolutions this year was to eat less crap and do more exercise. Partly to lose weight, but partly just to make myself feel more human and less like a potato.
The exercise thing actually started last year, and continued pretty well, so it’s more of a keeping-going than a starting-up.