Friday, February 21

Worth 6,000 words

Had The Pie not taken the curling iron to Florida, I assure you that the last two images would be near identical.

Final short track race on Sunday.  All I can't do is fuck it up.  Sticking with low caloric consumption regardless of previous sad experience.

I'm just 24 hours into the rejuvenated diet...

They say the first 23 hours are the hardest.

Race report on Monday and then hopefully I can find the on-switch to life again.  I don't even have the energy to be angry anymore.

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