I've always thought people seemed pretty obsessed with mirrors. There's a mirror in every bathroom in a house, at least one full-length mirror in the bedroom, multiple mirrors in public restrooms...we even use mirrors as decoration in public buildings (the number of times I've looked at the wall next to me only to be confronted… Continue reading Through the looking glass
I was always a heavy child. My mom made sure I knew, throughout my childhood, that my weight was unacceptable. She'd make snide comments about how much I was eating at meals, but never made any effort to provide healthier options or model more appropriate portion sizes. She was also quite heavy, so you can… Continue reading Compliments
Finally, the scale is moving again. After such a long, frustrating time of stepping on the scale and seeing the same number (or, the horror, A HIGHER NUMBER), finally, FINALLY, my hard work is being rewarded. I know what you're thinking: I must have fallen off the diet wagon, right? I messed up, and that's… Continue reading Finally!