I'm alive.
I'm ok.
I'm healing.
Had our first holiday without my Dad.I cooked for like two days and felt him there with me preparing.
It was just Morgan,me and my Mom.It was nice and we shared laughs.
Now its time to pick myself up and get back on track.
I need to loose weight, I have put on quite a bit since this has happened.
Fuck being a emotional eater and drinker.
I have been running a bit and even did a 9 mile race 3 weeks ago.
I entered 3 obstacle course races next year.
Dirty girl mud run-5k
Tough Mudder-12 miler (HOLY FUCKING HELL)
Warrior Dash-3.5
They will be hard and fun.
Ok, I'll leave it at that.
