Flailing

I've taken special notice of my figure lately and it hasn't lent happy thoughts to my mind. I am a believer in the "beauty at any size" philosophy, and I agree with it and the confidence it can instill in people. The problem is that I'm not someone who wears my curves sexily or comfortably; I'm an outdoorswoman, I'm naturally more on the gangly side of things, and carrying extra weight is truly a hindrance to the activities I enjoy and the career I pursue.

I don't like feeling listless and deleting pictures off my camera because they make me sad about myself isn't something I've done in awhile.

Anyway.

This morning for breakfast I had about half a cup of black tea with a splash of 2% milk and honey and half of a boule (round, small loaf) of wheat bread I made this morning, with some Promise buttery spread stuff. I really haven't been hungry besides. Had a lot of water and spent about 25 minutes biking around. I may go see if Polly wants to jog.