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

Stockholm, Day 3

One of my very favoritest bloggers, Temerity Jane, recently started a project called ‘Stockholming Myself‘. It’s genius.
In her words:
The theory behind Stockholming Myself, something I made up that is composed of absolutely zero science, is that if I take the dreaded full-length body shot picture every single day, I will either notice gradual change from my diet & exercise plan or, failing that, will learn to like what I’ve got based on continual, unrelenting exposure.
For me it’s slightly different, as I’m not looking for change – I really just need to practice liking how I look.

This is my summertime work uniform. Cardigan to battle air conditioning, tee shirt for those rooms that are inexplicably hot and those rare moments of actual outdoor exposure, and jeans.

I seriously almost quit after yesterday, but today I was actually looking forward to my Stockholm moment. Is that progress? Methinks it may be!

Also, I need a haircut. BAD. What do you do when you have long hair? You still get it cut, right? Do they... like... shape it or something? See, this is why I can't have nice hair.

Stockholm, Day 5

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