My son came to me last night, glassy eyed, and collapsed in my lap. “What’s wrong, buddy?” I asked.
“I don’t want you to become a grandma,” he said, his face pressed into my side. 480 more words
There’s no way around it, weight-loss sucks. It really really does. If it were easy then we would all look like models and eat whatever we pleased because we would be able to burn it off easily, but unfortunately it’s not that easy, we can’t just eat a skinny person and hope that we are what we eat. 829 more words
That was my official weekly Wednesday morning weigh-in to start off this blog with a bang. Actually with more of a thud. It’s depressing. I have a long road ahead. 59 more words