I haven't NEEDED to write. That doesn't mean that it doesn't help when I do.
I've been yelling at my poor kitties, barfing at work and being awfully hard on myself.
My dad has cancer. I started a new and harder, but also sometimes slow job. My 17 year old sister is pregnant.
I am 53 pounds overweight, Based on BMI not some crazy lady fantasy I pulled from the air. The truth is that I have only been skinny when I just don't eat. Or I do this yoyo between skinny and fat. Stretch marks aside, I think I am just meant to be a chubby happy cook,
I also like to run and love feeling like a badass about it.
Here is to a happy medium and a happy me.
Friday, January 25, 2013
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