Camp&Anemia

I probably had the best body the summer I was
a camp counselor.

I rarely found time to eat

-not that cafeteria food was worth finding time for-

and all I did was walk&exercise.

From Cabin ---> Mess Hall
quarter mile of hills

From Mess Hall ---> Lake
even further

(with more hills)

and the Between Grounds for activities
...were rarely tame or action-free.

I was constantly

jumping rope

swimming

hiking

and completely the high-ropes obstacle course.

And my body was the best evidence of my lifestyle.

I was a solid-little-rock

without an ounce of fat on my bones.

But

- by the end of summer -

I was blacking out when standing

and

slouching with every step

so I spent the last all-counselor all-nighter fasting

in preparation for my next day of testing.

Anemia.

Of course.

And I miss the anemia.

I miss the weakness.

I miss the distractions that kept me so tiny.

...I would love that life back...

Goal: be anemic again.

(sooner rather than later.)