If you weren't already feeling sad, here is some more.

It was a dark day yesterday. Early in the morning someone said something to me in just the wrong tone and I felt it happen, like when your heart sinks to the pitt of your stomach, the grey clouds covered the sun. The sun was gone.

The day got progressively worse.  I got pulled into the office by my dance director and she informed me, very politely and lovingly, that I was gaining weight and that we needed to come up with a nutrition plan for me. SMACK!!! There it was. The final whack. I was finished. I was dead. I was a fat cow, fatty fat fatster. I should be put on the Biggest Looser. I didn't care anymore about anything. I was done. Too bad I still had a class I had to go to and it was in the middle of the afternoon.

So, what was my next move? I went to the store. I bought food (thanks to a tender mercy) according to the diet we discussed, and went home.

Yesterday ended just as rotten as it started. But...
Today feels better just like today's usually do.