I was driving down a country road the other day, and I saw a woman I’d seen in the past.  She was walking fiercely, speeding along the side, fists pumping, head down beneath a ballcap.  Her face was drawn, teeth grimaced in a smile of pain. 
I’ve seen exercisers before, but I remembered this one from the previous time because she is extraordinarily thin.  I’m talking starvation thin.  Her legs were pretty much sinew and bones — no shape save for huge kneecaps. 
She looked like the walking dead.
Really, no matter how anorexic I feel at times, when I see a person like she, …read more