I have, again, become one with my elliptical trainer. I've got to get physically fit to go back to my job. Is there anything more boring than working out on your own? (Answer: If there is, I haven't had the misfortune of stumbling upon it yet.) I'm plodding through my regimen and I've discovered that although I don't enjoy the actual workout any more than I ever did, there is a new glow of satisfaction upon realizing that I can still do it. It takes more effort than it should, but I can still finish my workout. I am a strong woman.
I've been thinking a lot. I have no pictures of myself from this time. I'm a very self conscious person, and being bald, no eyebrows, no eyelashes, hasn't diminished that at all. However, there is something to be said for having something to commemorate this time, something to confirm these days. The picture would not be attractive, but it would be the truth. The battle is not over yet, but there are small victories to be celebrated. I've confronted a lot of fears, and won. I imagine that I can also confront this one, and beat it too. So, Bush Babe, I'll post a picture.