Thursday, May 12, 2011. Here is one example of a TV ad. That is pretty much in your face with its opinion. Your kid is fat - admitting it is the first step. Chubby kids may not outlive their parents.

My journey towards balance in all things. Friday, 15 May 2015. Bitten by the binge monster. Thursday, 14 May 2015. I spent half the morning working from the sofa and the rest of the day lying on the bed with the laptop on my stomach.

Thank you Mary and Bre! The mad scientist experiments continue. TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY. Just Looking For An Answer. L Gruger Whimsical Art and Travels Blog. There is a runner in there. Can you see her? Spring approx 1999 approx 250lbs.

More love per square inch! Getting there. A very hard pill to swallow. This feeds into some of the anger and frustration I mentioned yesterday. OK, bottom line - I have to accept that this is NOT my battle. What my darling friend is going through is fundamentally her business and she has to walk the path so she gets to choose which path to follow.

And, well, shocked. Apparently someone else has taken over my old domain name and the posts are still going out to subscribers.

Sunday, March 30, 2014. The week had us spiffing up the laundry room. Whew, excitement! Mainly some cleaning, cabinet clearing out and organizing, and painting the walls. I want to take out the existing counter tile and John seems to be warming up to the idea. Once we do that, we can check this sucker off the list. Sunday, March 23, 2014. Golden rolling hills of California. I love how this iPh5 image turned out. Thinking I may have a canvas made of it.

This blog is a bit of this and that as I endeavor to break away from food addiction. I just have to get out of my own way in this pursuit of brilliance and. Sunday, June 16, 2013. Revisiting an old stomping ground.

Fitter or Fatter at 44? My favorite number has always been 44. Soon my favorite number will be my age as well. Seriously battling my weight for the last 4 years, I now seem to be stuck. So wish me luck! Sunday, April 24, 2011.

Poetry, love, passion, hate, spirit, me, you, us. Saturday, November 29, 2014. I know the timing has never been right. My hearts ticking has been out of time. Out of rhythm, not in sync, creating broken hearts. This daunting melody on repeat. So desperately I want to take the good. I want only that sweetness in my soul. That has dried up on this desert floor. Just those moments that inflate my space. Bring song to my silence, show me grace.