Over dinner last night, I mentioned to Mr. that it's about time for me to actually pack our clothes into the suitcase to make sure everything fits. Mr: "Uh, huh...Women, what is it about them and all their clothes? If you weren't taking so many swimsuits, it wouldn't be such a problem." Me: "I'm only… Continue reading You’re kidding me, right?
Tag: Women in their 50’s
Tiny secrets of my weight loss success story
Shh...it's a secret. Don't tell anyone the secret because if you do, then it won't be a secret and you'll fail. That's been one of my weird-a** beliefs about my dieting successes or failures over the years. Another one of my all-time favorites - "Just make sure your thighs, when you stand in front of… Continue reading Tiny secrets of my weight loss success story
The day I ate my words
Even if the groundhog isn't the only one that has to eat his/her words, I'm glad we've both made it to the end of February 2019 alive! It was rough. Made me darn-tooting tough, though. Yesterday, I literally took on a down-right dagnabit grouchiest meanest nastiest version of my short selfish self ever. I'm not… Continue reading The day I ate my words
Why I cut my own curly gray hair
The day I had fully transitioned to my own naturally curly gray hair, was the last time I stepped into a hair salon. I was a happy camper, yes, I was. Now, hold it right there, don't ya all be thinking, "What is wrong with her? She's a woman over the age of 53 (54… Continue reading Why I cut my own curly gray hair
How I’m rolling out of my nasty thoughts about February 2019
February 2019, the shortest nastiest month ever, is almost over thank goodness. It has had lots of ups and downs like my sleeping bouts last night. They were short, too, and rough. Man, I had weird dreams. Maybe I shouldn't have had that serving of Tostitos before bed? My nights' lack of sleep due to… Continue reading How I’m rolling out of my nasty thoughts about February 2019
Click 1, 2, 3, to the skies my returns shall go
Old clicking habits die-hard, so they say. Last year, around this time, I was a happy little ol' gal, buying all sorts of books for my Kindle reader. My Amazon.com account made it so easy to purchase books. It's easy to lose track of how quickly those add up. And it's hard to remember what… Continue reading Click 1, 2, 3, to the skies my returns shall go