Weight a minute
No, it’s not a typo 
For the past month I have been exercising and whatnot trying to feel better about myself. I think I must have gained 40lbs after Dad died due to comfort eating and just plain not caring about anything at all. I got to the point where I wouldn’t even look at myself in the mirror and used basic self care as a reward for not feeling utterly disgusted with myself- I mean when you don’t shave your legs because you haven’t “earned” it and other things in that vein it’s time to take stock and try not to be so deranged. So I started back on the versaclimber and am eating a modified version of the way I was eating before everything happened.
I can’t say how much weight I’ve lost because I don’t own a scale and I refuse to look at the scale at the doctor’s office when I go because I’d rather go by how I look and feel rather than by a number that someone else maintains is healthy for me. I was physically ill the two times I weighed what “they” say is healthy for me and I didn’t feel better until I was ten pounds above that, so damn the scales, we’re doing this MY way. Already I fit into pants that were quite tight long before it all went down, so that is quite a victory.
In the game I’ve started leveling my resto shammy, which is, if anyone remembers, my ORIGNAL shaman. I stopped leveling her about the time my druid went resto because I could not stand looking at another tauren female because I was so pissed that I was not allowed to respec to dps as the other healers in the guild were allowed to. I’ve maxed out her jewelcrafting and am starting on cooking. I hate sillithus. Uh… what else… I am a full time moonkin now and we’re doing bear runs in Zul’Aman. I still have to win the roll for one- what’s new?
Prosper goes to the vet in a hour because his asthma is acting up. I do wish they could give us something for him to have at home as it is very hard to arrange a ride into town with the other car being all “Not moving and you can’t make me!”
cats, 
