Distorted

The past few days, the cat and I have really been relating.

I am starting to feel blobby. I haven't popped. I don't really "look pregnant." I just feel thick. And I already feel like I want to burst out of this tight skin in which I am living [which is a bad sign, considering that I only weigh 105 and have a long way, yet, to go.]

Distorted. I know.

Zack is having is issues this week, too. He won't go through a door unless it is opened ALL the way [as if he couldn't fit through it if it wasn't.] And I swear that I saw him in front of the mirrored closet door sucking his stomach in and checking himself out. Being the old man that he is, he isn't as plump and fluffy as he used to be. So I am not sure what his deal is.

Distorted. I think.

Of course, I COULD be projecting my own issues. But even Chase commented on it. Yesterday she asked [unprompted] "Why does Zack think that he is too fat to get through the door?"

I just don't know.

Things are just a little distorted right now.

And I know I just have to embrace the change. The outcome is totally worth it.