Love More, Judge Less
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
…a funny thing happens as you get older (besides hangovers becoming more painful): you start to prioritize things differently.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
