so i pretty much HATE looking at pictures of me right now. i'm tired of baby-step progress, and all this half way dieting that ends with cookies and chocolate. someone needs to duct tape my mouth shut between meals.
hey, other than that i'm GREAT. seriously. the play is over, and it was amazing. i am already thinking about stage managing ANOTHER play, i liked it that much people. it was hard, and exhausting and challenging, and i loved it.
i continue to be happy, despite my battles with self image, which is nothing new i suppose i'm just admitting them now. and deep down, i know that over the next year or so, it's going to get better. infinitely better. that moment of happy about a month or so ago was the turning of the tide in my mind.
we're home, it's thanksgiving break, and i'm spoiled as usual by my sweet family. it's time to sleep, read and write. and sigh. whether it's good stress or bad, there's always a moment of relief when it's all over. of course, i still have three weeks of school left this semester, and a term paper, but for the moment i'll take time to sigh.
