I refuse to become a slave to my scales (good thing for me, the one I have
is a POS and doesn’t have the capacity to weigh me.)

You’ll get there soon enough. My surgery’s been years in the process, ya
know, researching forever, finally choosing someone, doing the nutrition and
shrink stuff, getting approved and then insurance changing and telling me I
wasn’t approved, fighting with the insurance, making the insurance broker
get involved, etc. Last year was fun. I wonder if I can charge them for
the class I failed because of all the freaking stress they put me under (the
insurance.)

I think everyone needs to reward themselves for not going after the
insurance people. Personally, I’ve decided if I were truly a witch, I’d get
a job there. (and no, not everyone’s like that, but all the dang people I
seemed to talk to were the most unhelpful idjits ever.)

Always be true to yourself and never let anyone tell you that you can NOT do
something.

-Michelle

"Create the world you dream of with every choice you make."