“We are at the age now … the age of perimenopause,” my girlfriend said so matter-of-factly. I laughed to myself. Maybe she was, but I am still a few years younger. I listened and supported her, but there was no way that I was experiencing perimenopause yet. But over the next several days, I couldn’t… Read More Perimenopause
I’ve lost a lot of weight recently. It’s not all that new or different as I’ve yoyo-ed a lot over the past 20 years or so, but I’m approaching my lowest adult weight and it’s drawn a lot of attention from those around me. It feels good to have people notice my hard work and… Read More I Am More Than My Weightloss
…a funny thing happens as you get older (besides hangovers becoming more painful): you start to prioritize things differently. … Read More Laugh Lines and Serenity: This is 41.
Hi there, I’m 40 years old and I’m just now starting to getting hit on! I have no idea how to respond. It’s never happened before, so my response is much like you would expect a 16 year old girl’s to be: A little paralyzed with a stupid giggle. I sicken myself. … Read More Confessions of a Former Fat Girl: What I’m Learning About People…and Myself
I know, deep down in my soul, what kind of person I am, which makes the words are that I hear the worst kind of lies. … Read More A Mother’s Voice
I am fat. I stand at 5’6 (and ½ )” and weigh anywhere between 230 and 240 pounds. If you want to get technical, and refer to the good ol’ BMI chart, I would fall into the extremely obese range. Is this something I am proud of, no, but is it something that I allow… Read More A Day in the Life of a Fat Person
Last weekend, I cleaned out my closet. I am a person who definitely revels in getting rid of things, and at the end of a purge like that one, there is usually a nice empty spot left over. Not this time. At 13 months postpartum, I have two wardrobes now – one for me and… Read More Giving up on the old me
I went out last weekend. My ALONE weekend without my boys. When I left the house, I wasn’t feeling particularly social, but I thought it would be good for me. It was time to stop pacing and looking at pictures of the boys and get out. So I went to a fabulous party. There… Read More Sometimes I Pretend.
The timing of this series could not be better since I’ve promised to be my true self once we move to CT. I’ve never felt like I fully fit in living in MA and am taking this opportunity to just be who I am. So here it goes. This is me. I fluctuate between someone… Read More This is Me. (Kris-Ann)