So new life happened. It was just a few months ago that we were playing guess mommy’s waist. Even with my good work lately, my sister still had and has the smallest waist. We were finally the same size when she was the whole 9 months pregnant…maybe a newborn will give me the head start I need. A girl can dream, right?
It was Monday, and I felt like this was my chance to make a change. Every day is another chance, but Monday is different. It’s a day of conviction, and often sets the tone for the rest of the week. Spring had played a game of peek-a-boo the week prior, but this looked promising. It was only about 45 degrees when I woke up around 530am, but the air was calm. I stepped out on the balcony and didn’t freeze my butt off. I checked the weather to find a high of 75.
Has anybody ever teased you for being fat? No? Maybe you were the one doing the teasing. If you were, screw you, on behalf of all the pleasantly plump and teddy bears around the world. If you didn’t take part in either side, then good for you. Or maybe you were teased for being skinny. For some reason, we just can’t get it right. I cant really relate to the skinny people, since thats never been my issue, but I’m going to tell you about my story. I think it’s best that you buckle up….
Hello everybody, and welcome to my blog.You are joining me at the beginning of my health journey….online…via blog, because this definitely isn’t the beginning. I can’t actually even remember a time when I didn’t have a little more to love. The point is, I have struggled with my weight for a long time, and I’m not alone. Big or small, I don’t think I know any woman or girl who hasn’t stressed over her weight.