Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

Stockholm, Day 11

Stockholming Myself is the brainchild of the brilliant Temerity Jane. If you want to join in, she’s got a whole thing going on over there – check it out. It’s not a diet thing, it’s not a weight loss group, and it’s not NOT those things, either. It’s looking at yourself every single day until you like what you see – either through change or through acceptance. I’m in it for reasons I explain a little here.

To be honest, I'm surprised by how normal I look here. I have been throwing up twice an hour since 5 pm yesterday. I would like to claim food poisoning, but it seems awfully coincidental that I would get food poisoning the same day I participated in a beer related scavenger hunt....  If I hadn't missed yesterday there is no way I would have done it today, I was scared to even point the camera at myself. And yet, I pretty much look like I do on any other Sunday at home.

It took all my energy to get up on my grandpa's Air Force trunk to take this picture, I have none left for writing. Oh - except my team Jacob shirt turned up two days AFTER the New Moon party - what the hell is that about. I suspect Crockett hid it because he secretly wanted me to wear the 'team Crockett' one he kept talking about.


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