Love and marriage.

As much as I hate pictures of myself, this one I love. I was headed to the altar. My Dad, Mom and sister were all walking me to the tiny little chapel. I was nothing but happy. There were nagging doubts. There was even a voice telling me that it wouldn’t last…that’s right. The day…

And so what…

My last post was self-serving and vain. Not untrue, I don’t like how I look and am frustrated with my inability to seemingly ever do anything about it even though I’ve been lamenting these same issues for a very long time. But it isn’t about turning heads when I walk down the street, it truly…

This is me.

So here I am in all my glory. Normally pictures of me are immediately deleted. I have zero tolerance for looking at myself. But, when the pics are taken in locales like these, I have a little more leniency. It’s proof that I was there, something I may need to remind myself of at a…

Food issues.

Is it any wonder we have food issues in America? Smack dab in the middle of my allegedly healthy turkey lunchmeat is a packet of some dangerous substance I’m not supposed to eat. Why!?!? What’s in the little packet that’s saving the turkey from being inedible?! And what if some of that substance gets on…

How did I get here anyways??

In keeping myself honest, I have to say I did pretty good yesterday. My sugar intake was at a minimum, and I did some stand-up paddleboarding and slogging (slow jogging. What I do cannot be classified as running.) I did however have two diet dews and a half bag of chips. And after finishing my…

The battle begins.

Attempting (again) to change into the woman my mind’s eye believes I can be, at forty-three years of age.