when you get to the point where your only option is to cover your bottom half with leggings because everything else cuts into your protruding stomach, or you decide to calculate your BMI only to realize you’re technically obese, you just entered a whole new ballgame.
I’m not going to mince words here: the unwavering belief you have in 'self-evident truths' is a complete trap.
At the beginning of 2017, I made myself a lot of promises...10 promises in fact. Out of those 10 promises, I kept 4.
I’ve never told anyone this before, but I’ve always had this fantasy of sitting on the iconic Oprah Show couch as she rambles on about how life changing my novel is. How she couldn’t put it down and how everyone else in the world should be picking it up.
Roughly once or twice a year, the same thought occurs to me: “why don’t I have people over more often?” And every time that thought takes over my brain, I resolve to remedy it immediately! And I start making plans for a party. It’s usually doesn’t take too long into the planning process before I get the jarring answer to my question: I HATE planning parties.
I don’t know what you’re relationship with failure has been. But for me, it has always been a brutal, unforgiving mistress. I was plagued with an older sibling who is instantly great at everything she does.
To want to cook, the situation has to be pretty ideal. Preferably it would be in my parents’ beautiful kitchen, with fresh ingredients, while feel like I have all the time in the world. It’s just not practical for day to day life!
Every time I go home to visit my family, my 4 year old nephew bitterly complains to me that he wants to be an adult. He hates that he doesn’t get to eat candy for dinner, he resents that he can’t go to the park and play at a moment’s notice, and it drives him... Continue Reading →
To finish off the ‘getting healthy’ theme of my posts the last couple of weeks, it’s time to talk about food! Personally, I’ve never had a very healthy relationship with food. In the fourth grade, some little brat flicked my thighs and told me they jiggle. And I’ve been on a roller coaster of eating... Continue Reading →