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Seen at Already Pretty:

“What would happen if confident, happy, beautiful women decided to forego painful and expensive anti-aging procedures, breast lifts and enhancements, liposuction, all-over hair removal or tanning regimens?  How could that change the way their daughters, students, friends, nieces and coworkers perceived themselves and their own ‘flawed,’ lined, real faces?” Follow the link embedded in the quote.  Please. Source: http://www.alreadypretty.com/2013/04/lovely-links-42613.html In other news, my laptop has died for the third time.  Rather than sink a couple hundred dollars into fixing it again, I shall recycle it after wiping the hard drive and get a new computer.  But that won't happen until I'm finished spring cleaning in my flat, so it could be a few weeks.  Months.  Whatever.  Money will be tight for the next few months (I also need a new mattress and desperately want tickets to see Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart act in Berkeley this summer), but it'll be worth a

I'll take what I can get.

Not so good thing yesterday: According to the scale at Curves, I've gained two and a half pounds in the last two weeks. Good thing today: My usual 5K walk with three hills usually takes me 70-ish minutes.  68 is my best time since I started.  Today I managed it in 65. I'm cool with this.  Having said that, however, I need to stop smelling roses and petting cats and see what I'm really capable of doing.  Consistently walking three miles an hour -- 62 minutes on this route -- is my Holy Grail at the moment. I'm wearing a new dress today.  The weather is drizzly and clouded over, so I decided to wear something bright.  It's the one that looks like how I imagine an acid trip would look.  Brightly colored vertical streaks, and a kind of keyhole neckline created by bands of fabric over the bodice.  A few of the colors are hues I normally wouldn't be caught dead in, but others are.  I've got double takes from a few coworkers and compliments from the rest; thi

I'll huff and I'll puff ... and I'll pass out on your lawn

So I've been walking a lot lately.  I try to get in three trips to Curves and three walks of at least five kilometers each week, but it's usually more like two walks and a trip to Curves.  *sigh*  It's got to be done, though.  So long as I get my butt in gear at least four hours a week, I consider that week to be a successful one. I'm allowed to set my own hours at work.  (I'm trying not to abuse the privilege, but I have a tendency to push limits and not stick to routines because I have the emotional maturity of a four year old.)  I come in roughly at noon, which gives me time to sleep from midnight to eight, spend an hour and a half waking up and eating breakfast, an hour working out, then an hour getting ready for work before spending half an hour on the road.  But the "Just five more minutes" tendency rules in my funny little brain, and I finally considered working out around 10:15 today.  I was putting my shoes on when I looked at the clock -- reall

Some angst and some good stuff