Today has been a personal triumph of sorts. I was the first one in the pool and the last one out. I was the last fat girl in the pool. The last one. It was such a proud moment to be backstroking my backstroke and then look up to see someon motioning me to leave, like "Get out of the pool silly fat girl. All the others have left" and then all was well and good.

I really need to bathe.

I did everything I wanted to do today, and let's hope the same for today.

I am so tired. I think my arms may detach from my body.