I am dealing with the worst RA flare I ever had. My hands feel broken, every movement hurts and just getting up takes all the strengths I have. Oh God, why me? (Why not!) I have lost, gained and regained the same pounds over and over. I seem to be running in circles, like a… Continue reading 80 Days to go
I fought a hard battle today and I won. It took me over an hour, but in the end, I declared victory and I smiled. Ordering in, such a silly little habit and a tremendous obstacle in my way to better health, and weight loss. Fastfood, what an addiction it has become. To make matters… Continue reading Overcoming my Fast Food Addiction
My old way of eating has left me morbidly obese. My new lifestyle and my new way of cooking and eating will make me perhaps not the biggest loser, but I am determined to lose the extra weight, and I intend to have fun while doing so. 15 pounds down so far. High Five to… Continue reading Spinach-Cucumber-Avocado Salad with Wasabi Dressing
The Hunter had been in a foul mood all weekend long. He is hurting, something is wrong with his foot, but he refuses to get it taken care off -takes pain pills instead and moans and groans whenever he gets up. It's especially bad when his wife is watching him, almost as if he would… Continue reading Grumpy-Hunter Day
For those of you who are obese, who never know just when to cease obsessive and incessant stuffing, who walk upstairs with lots of huffing, you may be wondering just why the doctors and the books all lie. You've tried the Atkins and the Eades, have eaten rabbit food and weeds. Have starved yourself… Continue reading Obesity Explained or Not!
I can and I will march on to my drum Achieve the impossible Live my dream Make a fist just because I can I have found a rhythm so it seems, march to my own drum -still stubbornly holding on by a thread. I have lost 11 pounds so far and I am mighty proud… Continue reading Pigs fly -Porkchop Style
Everything I say and do you soak in the filth of your suspicion. You mock me with cold heavy glances. Worms slither from my fingers. My eyes turn hideous, like those of a witch. My hands are snakes that uncoil to choke you; but my feet stand shamed glued to the floor, trying in vain… Continue reading The Soaked Pillow