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.
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, I am.