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Day 3, in which I reveal the weirdest thing I'm hoping will happen

So there's this embarrassingly weird thing I'm hoping to accomplish as part of my health efforts, and it has to do with why I'm typing this without my reading glasses.

I'm hoping that by spending 20 minutes a day doing exercises prescribed by a long-dead doctor, I'll actually be able to improve my eyesight.

This isn't about vanity. Seriously. My way-too-young-for-me boyfriend LOVES the reading glasses. Or to put it another way, he loves the sexy librarian/naughty teacher way they can be whipped off, whilst I simultaneously and in extreme slo-mo remove the single hairpin that holds my riotous mass of curls into a severe bun, swinging my newly-freed and somehow incredibly erotic flame-red hair into a liquid arc of pure "come get me".

He grew up during the end of the brief period where MTV actually played music video is why.

Anyway, the glasses are hot, but they're also inconvenient, and they're a surrender to middle age that I don't care to make, so I've decided to just go back to having 20-20 vision.

According to followers of the Bates Method, glasses are just the optometry industry's way of making sure you always need newer, stronger glasses, and the real key to perfect vision is avoiding corrective lenses, relaxing the eyes, swinging the head, looking for the color orange, and some other stuff that sounds crazy and harmless.

I'll let you know how it goes.

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