I had a meeting not long ago with some people who work with me. As far as I knew it was a nice little breakfast meeting to talk about upcoming photo shoots. Little did I know it would be...the worst day of my life. Duh, duh, duh. Just kidding. I only wanted to write a foreshadowing line dramatically. But, it was kind of weird.

Not long after talking about concepts, locations and wardrobe it quickly became a discussion about how much I needed to loose weight. It felt like an intervention. "it's for your own good". It kind of reminded me of that episode of south park when they sent cartman to fat camp.

So, I lost ten pounds. That's cool but the camera adds ten pounds, so I've lost nothing essentially. But I feel a lot better and that's always good.