Excuse me, ma'am, your skeleton is showing.

In all my ravings about the joys of running, I have been neglecting to mention one small hiccup. Aside from my legs becoming visibly stronger and more muscular (thanks a lot, legs, as if you don’t look absolutely Herculean and manly already), I have not noticed a marked change in my appearance as a result of the running. Please don’t take this the wrong way, I am not a vain person (as anyone who has seen me leave my house for work/school/other outing with no shower/makeup/comb through my hair can attest), but I do desire at least a minimal aesthetic benefit from all this running. Alas, I was bemoaning this fact on Saturday afternoon with SoxFan, and I resolved to make a few small changes to my eating habits (namely, eliminate my eating habit).

But yesterday, oh blessed day, everything turned around.

Typically, I arrive home from a casual shopping trip in one of the following states:

1. Crying,
2. About to begin crying,
3. Red-faced and puffy from crying all the way home, or
   
4. Gleeful and ecstatic because I bought electronics and did not venture near the clothing stores.
   

However, yesterday I went clothes shopping and I returned with a HUGE smile on my face. I bought a very smart pair of trousers and a couple of sweaters and a t-shirt and … oh, you get the picture, I bought a lot of stuff (mostly on sale, even!). But perhaps my happiest moment was buying lady garments (you know, the ones you wear under your shirt?). I usually have terrible luck in this particular department, but yesterday, I was successful 3 times. Hahaha, clothing gods, I win this round!

All of that should have made for a near perfect day, no? Oh, I’m not finished yet.

When I was getting ready for bed, going through my normal routine… turn off the lights… drink a glass of water… yummy the cat… wash my face…WHAT? What is that? A strange shadow has appeared on both sides of my face… I’ve heard rumors of these, but… surely not… I never imagined that I actually had them…

Cheekbones, my friends. On my face.