Stereo-vision

A friend of mine said, the last time she saw me, that I looked different, especially in the face.
Hmm.

I guess it is one of those things where you can't see minute changes in yourself as well as other people who don't see your face all day, every day. I can see that I look different but I tend to think that is because then-boyfriend was already being sort of distant, which hurt and was exhausting—I wore that on my face a lot of the time when the picture on the right was taken. I tend to think that most changes I can see are more attributable to the change that is inevitable when you have to pick yourself up after earth-shattering, soul-ripping heartache.

But it could be the Leslie Sansone Walk Slim DVDs; ass-killin', Beyoncé dance parties; cooking; health-research; and calorie counting that fills all my new spare time.

Thanks horrible breakup! you just might have saved my heart(health) by breaking it.

(I swear I don't fantasize all day about running into the X at NYComiCon in two years, where I will be raging hot in kick-ass "Battle Royale" costume, surrounded by admirers. "Oh—I wow! I never thought I would run into you here. It's great to see you...I know, I look even more incredible than I did before, and that's saying something...Yeah, you're an idiot." I don't fantasize about it All the time. But some of the time, oh, you bet).