It’s hot, I hate summer, and I am cranky. British people are complaining about how hot it is. I looked at a weather website. It says it’s 85 degrees Fahrenheit in London, feels like 81, with 29% humidity. EVERYONE SHUT UP. Here in New York, it’s currently 85, feels like 91, and there’s 65% humidity. And it’s still morning. I would look up what it’s like in DC, but I don’t want to cry.
British people, you are stressing me out. I AM SO STRESSED. Do you see all my gray hairs?! If it wasn’t so hot out, I would drink all the drinks and maybe at least try to be less stressed out, but I can’t because I am so warm. Well, right now I am frozen because I am at work where we freeze people to save books, but I don’t think anyone would appreciate me being drunk at my desk. Actually probably no one would notice so MAYBE TOMORROW.
Hey, so here is a thing I don’t like to talk about!
(so I am going to post it late on a Sunday night while everyone is too sleepy to notice, while still getting it out there and hopefully feeling better about it!)
To start, look at these!
2007, Lennon Wall in Prague-2013, Kotel area in Jerusalem
2007, a pub in London-2013, a restaurant in Tiberias
I don’t know that these are necessarily the best pictures for my purposes, but I’ve pretty much deleted all the really bad old ones. Uh…basically, I was fat! I am still not like, a “normal weight” person (boo, mean BMI calculators), but I am less fat now. By like 70 pounds! Which, I don’t know, makes me kind of sad to think about. That there was that much extra of me, I guess? And that it took me so long to realize “oh hey, I feel terrible about this maybe I should do something”. And to actually do something. And that even after 70 pounds, I’m still not really where I’d like to be. That is a lot! I would like to be fully satisfied with that. I am only mostly satisfied.