And I wasn't in the food court...

So...three weeks today since the big surgery and life is going pretty well (for me at least, I mean there's some crazy shit going on in the world otherwise). I am now down 28 lbs and today I had my first NSV (non scale victory) when I put on a blazer that used to require the jaws of life to get out of and now it's actually too big...move aside bitches!!!

I wanted to share a funny (in a sort of morbid way) story from this past weekend. So for those of you who don't know there was a senseless shooting on Saturday in Toronto at the Eaton Centre mall. A guy opened fire in the food court and killed his target (allegedly gang related) and injured 6 others in the process. The point of my story is not to depress you although this is a terrible story that shocked not only the city of Toronto but also the country. But stay with me... The next day I was out at the theatre with my best friend taking in a musical and my phone kept vibrating in my purse, which was annoying because if I had been at home bored off my ass the phone would have been silent all day long. Anyhoo... turns out it was my mom calling. So I called her back in a panic, apparently someone must have died to call me 3 times in succession. Well, luckily nobody died down home, but she was calling to make sure I was still alive since she heard about the shooting. I relieved her obviously just by answering the phone I was clearly alive but she goes on to say..."when i heard the shooting was in the food court I knew you were okay." My how the tables have turned. I swear if this happened just 5 weeks ago and the same shooting situation happened my mother would have been having straw kittens thinking, "oh no, she for sure was in the food court."

Funny the difference 5 weeks can make.

Love, Love, Love
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