I've got this instinctual subsistence farmer peasant mindset re: weight like my dog gained (needed) weight and now i can see her little belly fat pouches (very cute) and in the part of my brain that stores all the inherited trauma (dislike of Germans, divorce prepper mindset, etc) i immediately think "yes good, she's finally a little fat, she is now more likely to survive the winter" as if we don't live in an apartment building with heaters and not a tiny straw roof village house
















