In Which I Bitch

So it's entirely possible that I'm becoming boring on the subjects of karate, training, and starving to death. But it's my life right now, so tough shit.

I look like a giant bruise. Or a speckly skinny toad. I look like I just had eight infusions of Heparin and then got tossed into a washing machine with brass knuckles in it. Let's see, right now my left leg alone has.....13 spots of varying colors that I can see. And I anticipate that in the next 18 days that will increase to the point that I will form an entirely new race of people, the Spots. I actually got accosted the other day at the gym after some bikini time in the hot tub by a well meaning but unfamiliar with pankration domestic abuse woman.

At least I don't have a black eye yet. Soon, grasshopper, soon.