Inspiration has struck.
Remember last post, I said I don’t make New Year’s resolutions? I can’t count on being inspired at a particular time of year. So, instead, I wait for inspiration to come.
And when it comes, I pounce.
But there’s more to it than that.
First, let me tell you how the inspiration came about this time. Read more »
I was skinny once. Let me say that again…I was skinny once–scrawny, bony, gaunt, even. And I didn’t want to be. Even the plump kids couldn’t envy me–they made fun of me!
My parents always told me my metabolism would catch up–that I’d put on weight faster than I’d want it.
See, the thing is, I assumed that when I gained weight, it would conveniently form only around my pecks, biceps, and six circles around my stomach.
Oooooh no. Not a chance. Read more »