I feel like breaking something...

Two miserable pounds after three weeks of training in the rain until I got tennis elbow in both arms, staying away from food even when my blood sugar was sometimes so low, I thought I'd black out on the court and just trying my best not to stuff my face. Still, the four pounds I've lost since I began my latest make-over began last month or so, is beginning to show, I hope. The only consolation for all that self-abuse the last three weeks was that I managed to get all my pottery glazed...AND sold a couple of pots! So now, I can truthfully call myself a potter.

I'm a bit of an anal-retentive about things like that. I refused to call myself a writer until I'd got at least one book published under my own real name, even though I'd already had a couple published as a ghost writer for other people.