Nara, Japan, update
I want to hold onto the power I have to lose weight on the food here, since running 60 minutes 3x a week did nothing but make me GAIN weight in Australia. It was pretty much a joke that I would run more than I have in quite a few years, training for a race that is 3x longer than any I have run before, and I would look fatter for my efforts. The pictures on facebook of me from a few months ago make me so angry because I was working so hard and it looked like I had spent the 3 months prior sitting around and stuffing my face. I am pretty sure have of the measurements that have changed are from muscles being shrunken and enfeebled, but I am not trying to look like Serena feckin Williams. I am thinking maybe walking might be a new option, even though it is so not the same.
My back really hurts from sitting on the floor all the time, but I am determined to get used to it.
I am seriously considering making my own kimchi. The Kintetsu near my place has a very modest range and it is expensive.
I would very much like all facebook-stalking efforts of my pedophile/step-daughter defiling step-dad to cease and desist.
I have no qualms about no longer talking to my mother because she chose him over the well-being of me and my brother.
I am equal parts terrified and deeply satisfied by this solitary life inside a giant house that has mysteriously been unoccupied for 2 years.