The Beginnings of Fear.

Remember how I said whenever I get out of the car in Palm Springs  I am automatically 15 pounds lighter and 10 years younger?

Well, I discovered that as I drove further and further  east, this still applied. By the time I got past Texas, I was friggin' Gisele.

That is, until my friend in LA burst my bubble: Yeah, you'll be skinny until you hit NY. Then you're fat again.

But I went on - in Durham, my hair felt silky - like I haven't felt in years.

Okay, maybe I'm not Princess Fiona after all. Maybe I can walk outside without feeling like an ogre.

And tonite I hit Maryland. 

And tomorrow is it. 

New York. 

And all the ogre feelings started creeping back in. My skin is a disaster. My hair  is a mess. Do I see a grey hair?  I haven't worked out in 2 weeks. 

Ugh, my body. 

My clothes are horrid. 

Am I insane for doing this? 

Yes. 

Yes, I am.