Conically Yours
I just did a podcast staring right at the camera and I see myself on screen and my jaw is wider than my forehead again. That's how I can tell I'm not taking care of myself. Before the endless winter apocalypse began I was getting in such good shape, doing these steady 30 mile bike rides punctuated by ferry stops. I haven't gained much weight but I'm a blob. Anyway, my head is more or less a cube. When it becomes conic with pointy end down I'm losing weight. Conic with pointy end up and I'm gaining weight. Just noting it in this long, long sigh. But also because my old weight loss blog is here—out of order and badly indexed—and I want to keep all the pieces connected. Also I feel judged right now with all the attention online and it's nice to own my own fatness instead of letting others own it for me.