the trick is to keep breathing

This intro post hits up my Fannish Background and Preferences. If you've been here a while you probably know most of it, but if not, hey, I'm trying to be interesting.

In other news there's stuff I'm trying to get out of the way before I start this, but who knows. I was too drunk to play The World Ends With You for more than 15 minutes (FAIL) and I've still got Christmas stuff to take care of.

( On Running A Lot, Honoring Your Body, Donuts, and Why BMI Is Bullshit: A Workout Manifesto, Possibly The First Of Many Long Rambles Unless I am Mass Defriended )

To be continued, as thoughts appear.

[EDIT] As a precursor to a post I'll write later, I'll just throw this out there: think about girls who look like Tifa, or like Tifa would look like in real life: ass-kicking muscles. Strong thighs, big shoulders. I could totally get into that. Who picked "skinny" as the default connotation for "healthy"???