The lady sitting next to me in the waiting room hums randomly, just like I do at work when I’m nervous.
I’m putting all my money on plantar fasciitis, but I will let you know.
Apparently obesity can cause it. “At least you can work on that,” says my dad.
No, Dad, I think. You’re supposed to say, “Don’t be ridiculous, Leah, you’re not obese.”
I don’t want to say where I’m at. Let’s just say I’m not at my college weight.
My dad is a toothpick these days. But he’s a healthy toothpick. He just exercises.
My job is extremely active; I just eat like a horse.
If I could get the eating under control even just a little bit better, I think I’d start to progress.
Baby steps.
Doing the best I can right now.
Is That Weird? The Truth About Leah Taylor 