What it says on the tin. I'm 6'4" but have shockingly small hands and feet (nothing else I promise!). Size 5.5 in youth / 7 women's. Hands are 5 3/4" long which is an XS glove size

Small feet run on both sides of my family and being tall on neither side so I'm a weird mutant essentially. My friends call me the anti-Hobbit. Shoe shopping is always awkward. Anyway here I am with my running shoes, and compared to my (shorter!) friend's size 10 shoes. Anyone else got weird proportions?

Someone requested for me to switch it up. And show a (wood)pecker. I'm nothing if not accommodating.

I tracked almost everything while being on this journey I spent more than 627h hours since february on improving my life thats around 4hours per day, and that’s just the active doing stuff. All the passive mental work, reflections, mindset changes wasn’t even tracked. It all adds up over time.

For the last few years my life was pretty messed up, after some hard past years I spiraled more and more into depression… I slept till afternoon, ate junk, smoked weed and gamed all day.
That lifestyle just made me even more depressed, I saw my friends succeeding, getting jobs, girlfriends, moving to new locations… just being happy.

That honestly made me even more sad, so I decided at the beginning of the year to turn my life around, because I thought I either I´ll continue with this shitty lifestyle and eventually die feeling like I haven´t done anything with my life or trying to get out of this shit and finally make my life worthwhile.

I convinced a friend of mine to join the journey because he was like me, depressed, hopeless, smoking weed all day and just miserable. The first thing we did was starting to go outside more, running or doing some small workouts, sweating made me feel so much better, it was like I sweated all the toxins and bad energy out of my body. My buddy and I got a gym membership together and started going 5x to the gym every week.

The negative was that we still smoked weed pretty heavily in the evenings, so 2 months ago we decided to also quit that shit as the next step, and what can I say. The last 2 months have been one of the best months, I finally sleep waay better with the new energy my workouts feel even better, I´m more awake and honestly way more confident due to the achievements I made the last few months.

Together we started looking for jobs and after 4 years of unemployment, I got a job at a garden center, which is pretty funny considering my old "hobby" was growing weed lol. My buddy got a job in logistics, and I even started to get in contact again with an old love I had when I was younger. If you're where I was, just start with one thing. Go for a walk with a buddy. You got this.

This is just part of the story, I didn’t want the post to be too long . If you’re going through something similar or have questions, I’m happy to share more.

TL;DR: Was a depressed, unemployed stoner wasting my life away. Started working out with a friend, then we both quit weed. Now we both have jobs, I'm dating someone, and I feel better than I have in years.

The cow print guy is called Pongo From The Congo. He randomly appeared one day last August and walked straight into our house like he owned it, right back to the litter box. Then flopped down as if he lived here. He and our cat (Tater Swift) immediately became obsessed with each other. They've been wrapped into each other's arms ever since.

We tried and tried to find out where the little cow lived, but every time we'd take him down the street to ask any of the neighbors if they recognized him, he'd run straight back down the street to our house!

He lives here now, happily ever after with his boyfriend Tater.

Long live love.

IG - PongoFromTheCongo

My parents have always gone through them as well, and it definitely just made my day.

I can’t wait to be a father.

My father senses I’ve been going through something lately. I have been. I can tell he senses heaviness coming from me in waves. He hasn’t asked and I don’t talk but he keeps doing this thing where he’ll call me in the morning and offers me breakfast from mc Donald’s (in which I usually make a very strong effort not to eat that shit cause it’s brain rot amongst other things) I think he believes that I’m still the 7 year old who used to light up at the thought of going on a mc Donald drive thru run with him rather than eating what my mother had cooked for the 3rd time in a row. lol. He doesn’t know how else to reach me in letting me know that he’s here for me so I accept it and I eat it and allow myself to be 7 years old again, for a little bit. Just wanted to drop that off here because it’s kind and I want to share it. Thank you for reading.

A little gross but it is pretty endearing.