Instead of giving in to the fat girl beating on the door, suitcase in hand, I downloaded some e-books to get me back in the spirit of being kind to my body and I begin to read. It's very soon after this that I came to the realization that my body is a totally foreign country to me, as in North Korea foreign.
If you're going to a totally foreign country, let's say, North Korea vs. a semi-foreign country like Canada, you'd do a little prep work. Right? I mean, you're sane. Google a map of North Korea and you'll know how I feel when I look at my body. This is going to take some serious recon.