Anyway, for the record, I LOATHE when smart, beautiful women (and anyone reading this blog automatically qualifies for that category, thank you very much) get together and bitch about how fat they are. Oy...I always want to pull out my hair and say "See? SEE? This is how the patriarchy segues our raw awesomeness into piddly puddles of lost potential." So forgive this post in advance.
It's one thing to embrace your curves. It's another to rising health issues because of it. Over the last couple of years, I've tried a litany of programs, but recently, I've enrolled the help of a physician and I'm actually seeing real results without wanting to chew my face off.
Dare I say I'm feeling I'm getting some of my flirty moxie back?
Until next time, Ms. C.