Love More, Judge Less
I have been doing this mom thing for almost eight years now, and yet up until very recently, I struggled with dinner time. And when I say “struggle” I’m talking about every aspect… …from what I make (and kids don’t eat). … to the time of day (the kids are never hungry at
When my depression started to lift after starting a much-needed prescription, I came to the scary realization that certain aspects of my personality and outlook on life were driven by that altered state of mind. Or rather, those aspects were a part of who I was until I started tinkering with my neurochemistry. One of
There is a lot of chatter on here about how hard it is to make peace with our bodies as working moms. We haul around our (irrational, burdensome) guilt with us wherever we go, including at the gym and during meals. Michelle and Sharlene have delved into the difficult topic of body image recently, as
It’s amazing the difference a week makes. Last week’s post was full of brand-new emotion, not very much information and, yes, a total pity party for myself. Sorry, guys, for the whining. This week, I’m feeling much better about my gestational diabetes diagnosis because knowledge is power, people! And, I’m one of those
