There’s a stickie note on my wall that reads, “Do yoga.” It’s been there for about a month. There are about 20 more stickie notes on the wall to the left of this one. Most of them are telling me to do something. I wrote them all.
So, we're going down this road again. It's nearing the end of the summer and I'm feeling a bit pudgy and lazy. My beach body doesn't exist, and I don't like exposing my toes, especially if there's a chance that sand will gather between them. I'm having trouble carrying the bag fulls of groceries that… Continue reading Gym Membership
When I was home a couple of weeks ago, I got dressed and met my parents in the kitchen as I was on my way out. I asked my parents how I looked, hoping for a little ego boost as I ventured out, alone, into the throws of the city. My mom promptly, without malice… Continue reading My Mom Called Me Fat, Nicely