Okay, so I’m not fat but I’m heavier now, by almost ten pounds, than I was a year ago. And I liked my weight a year ago. Really liked it.
But now my clothes are tight.
And I know what has happened.
I am a new woman.
No, I didn’t have a boob lift.
And no, I haven’t lost those 10 lingering pounds.
And most definitely not because I’ve discarded my identity and am starting over in Las Vegas. (Though that does sound appealing at times.)
I get in to bed. My heart is beating rapidly but all I’ve done is walk up the stairs. My head is full of things I have to get done. I actually have a pain on one side of my brain and I’m contemplating waking my husband up and telling him that I’m having a...
I played a new game today. It’s called “Waiting For My Gynecologist.” Kind of like “I Spy” but different. I played it while I was waiting for my gynecologist. Duh. I was sitting there, on that white paper covered table, for what seemed to be an interminable amount of time. Undressed down to my birthday...
Knowing yourself well is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because when you are feeling down about something or confused or pissed off, you can usually pinpoint the cause of that feeling. Pretty easily. And if you know where that uncomfortable emotion is coming from, that knowledge by itself can sometimes make you...