
Committing to Myself: I’m Going To Lose Weight
I’m fat. I hate it and sometimes I hate my body. But I’m done feeling this way. I’m committing to myself. I’m going to lose weight.
I’m fat. I hate it and sometimes I hate my body. But I’m done feeling this way. I’m committing to myself. I’m going to lose weight.
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But I have no alternative. I have hearing loss. I need to teach my children how to speak so I can hear them.
Water is seriously magical. All you need is a bucket of water, a pool, water gun, or a sprinkler to make your child and her friends happy and engaged.
Summer sports, camps, trips, boredom, and crafts take over my world, space, and mind. I find myself spinning in circles some days.
My goal pants are toxic, and a dream that is not really mine, but one forced on me by what society says I should want.
We all know the stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I’ve been through them…and added a sixth stage—fear.
We are surrounded by the mommy wine culture daily. Shirts that say “I run on coffee and wine.” The normalization of alcoholism is a problem.
I hear all the time how “normal” my son seems and looks of surprise when people meet him. I worry about him because his special needs are almost invisible.
May is Skin Cancer Awareness Month. Take care of yourself and protect you and those you love from the sun’s harmful UV rays.
Whether you are a stay-at-home mom or a working mom, it’s a fact of life that moms don’t get sick days. Even with a supportive partner and a helpful “village,” most moms don’t get the rest they need when they are unwell.
I’m fat. I hate it and sometimes I hate my body. But I’m done feeling this way. I’m committing to myself. I’m going to lose weight.
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But I have no alternative. I have hearing loss. I need to teach my children how to speak so I can hear them.
Water is seriously magical. All you need is a bucket of water, a pool, water gun, or a sprinkler to make your child and her friends happy and engaged.
Summer sports, camps, trips, boredom, and crafts take over my world, space, and mind. I find myself spinning in circles some days.
My goal pants are toxic, and a dream that is not really mine, but one forced on me by what society says I should want.
We all know the stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I’ve been through them…and added a sixth stage—fear.
We are surrounded by the mommy wine culture daily. Shirts that say “I run on coffee and wine.” The normalization of alcoholism is a problem.
I hear all the time how “normal” my son seems and looks of surprise when people meet him. I worry about him because his special needs are almost invisible.
May is Skin Cancer Awareness Month. Take care of yourself and protect you and those you love from the sun’s harmful UV rays.
Whether you are a stay-at-home mom or a working mom, it’s a fact of life that moms don’t get sick days. Even with a supportive partner and a helpful “village,” most moms don’t get the rest they need when they are unwell.