"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring" -Marilyn Monroe
People who aren't afraid to admit we are all a little ridiculous at times, are my kind of people.
The #1 trick to starting a smart, simple fitness routine
I see you boo! Believe me I get it. You’ve tried it all, right? Low carb, no carb, keto, WW, you name it. You’ve popped all the supplements and tried all the smoothies. You follow the health gurus and you know all the latest and greatest in health and wellness. Though you don’t look like you know a fucking thing about fitness much less wellness because you’re fat. It’s so frustrating! You weigh, you measure, you’re diligent about tracking your food and calories, yet nothing seems to be working.
Do I have to have a label?
I hate telling people I’m a vegetarian, I really, really hate it. I don’t hide it, I order what I want when I want and if I’m asked about it I’ll gladly answer any questions or share recipes. Though when people hear the word “vegetarian” they leap to a whole bunch of conclusions. It’s especially mortifying if it happens at barbeques.
I went from beautifully broken to unbelievable badass.
I’ve had low self-esteem for as long as I can remember. I can’t tell you why or how or what caused it, all I can tell you is that from a very early age I somehow just knew I was “less than”. I loved to talk but was always told I talked too much. Anytime I spoke up with an opinion or a thought that went against the majority, I was then made the subject of ridicule and called “stupid” or “dumb” because obviously, I wasn’t smart enough to go with the crowd. That was just one of my major flaws.
The savage death of the American Dream...
These days, you turn on the TV, open up social media or take a look at any front page in the USA and you’ll see violence front and center. It’s a sad fact. What’s more disturbing is our obsession with it. We love the drama, the details, and the gore. We pretend to be horrified yet don’t look away when they show vaguely blurred crime scene or autopsy photos. We’re fascinated by the horror of it all.
How I lost 100+ lbs while saving the world.
Like most women my age I’ve been on the diet train most of my life. Poor self-image and an overall lack of self-esteem made me the perfect person to fall prey to the diet hype. You name it and I’ve done it. Now, just to be clear, I was never one of the genetically blessed that only needed to shed a mere 5-10lbs to fit back into my little black dress. No, no I was a whopper. Huge, I was huge. At my very largest I weighed over 300lbs. YIKES!
Two years ago, I was in a fight for my life, and nobody knew it.
I’ve hated myself for as long as I can remember. To say that I had low self esteem wouldn’t even scratch the surface of the amount of self-loathing I had. Why I was the way I was really isn’t as important as what came to be.
Hanky Panky Hilarity
It’s a random Saturday night. Nothing special. Both kids are down for bed unusually early from their exhausting day of yardwork and play. I flop on the couch and look around wondering just what the hell I’m going to do with all of this free time I have. It’s like eight o’clock on a Saturday night and I can do whatever I want.
My hysterical work at home horror story....
So, like most people, I work at home. Gosh I'm so lucky! I get to wake up, get the kids off to school and head up to my home office. Today, being my mini Friday, I decide to go casual. Long tank top nightie it is! I'm workin’ in comfort! I sip my coffee and turn on my wax melts, throw open my windows, loving life and the smell of pumpkin spice, and the fact I work at home...all alone. Just me and my 6 doggies.