Grief and the gym.

When we are grieving sometimes opening our eyes is the only thing we can do. We don’t feel like doing anything, right? We just want to curl up into the proverbial fetal position and rock back and forth. On Sunday my mother contacted me that she was in the ER...

I hate the word “fat”.

I really don’t like it. It sounds dirty, gross, ugly and unkempt.  It makes a mockery of us who are truly overweight. Obese. Morbidly obese. It tells us we’re not good enough when we should know that we are MORE than enough. Here’s something I had...

Sometimes we have to look back…

I’ll be posting a series of status updates from Facebook that inspired blogging…. I’ll add some pictures now in, too. I’m not ashamed of how I look anymore. Yes, I have a long way to go but I’m further than I have ever been. Here’s a post from right around the...
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