Today marks the beauty of two things: I am not getting divorced and two Shih Tzus are starting a new life. The “I am not getting a divorce thing” is because I didn’t have to be the one to rescue them. It was them or my husband as he put it…and that was a hard choice. Fortunately, a rescue group in Kenosha, WI came forward. (that made my decision a lot easier!)
More importantly, these two little dogs who have never known human affection, let alone beds and toys and adequate food and water – vet care – are making their way from northwestern WI to southeastern WI today – hundreds of miles and many volunteers later they will arrive at what undoubtedly will be the best place they have ever been.
The rescue group I am so proud to be affiliated with is truthfully a myriad of people who found themselves at a puppy mill auction years back. It seems like just yesterday – but it was years back – a random group of strangers who were all there with one mission: to save as many dogs as possible from their grim lives of mass breeding.
Our efforts came with mixed judgments – but we did what we thought was best.
The group has stayed together via a yahoo platform and the unending efforts of Shayla. She has always kept us on track and moving in the right direction – which has really evolved.
Now that the auctions are non-existent and WI passed legislation to regulate mills – meaning that between the laws and the lack of pet store sales – the millers are closing shop and moving on.
The very thing we all wanted – but be careful what you ask for… Now, each week Shayla announces to the group that there are X amount of dogs available (all free) because the miller is out of business and doesn’t want them anymore. This is X amount of dogs we need to find a place for…and that X amount is always growing and the places to put them is shrinking…
That is what happened with these Shi Tzus – the rest of the original group was spoken for but these two weren’t and each night before I would fall asleep, I would look at Penelope, my Shih Tzu, and gulp… those dogs deserved a second chance just like she did. But, based on my husband’s threat there was nothing I could do – and that broke my heart.
Friday is when Shayla shared the good news that these dogs were claimed and they would be transported this Sunday… It was reason enough to celebrate. My heart felt whole.
But the flip side of this is still a message that needs to be shouted from the rooftops – pet stores and internet sales of dogs are all to blame for all of these dogs misery and while we are making strides and changing it – places like Petland and hundreds of mass breeding facilities that represent as good breeders on-line are still out there.
There are millions of dogs – like these Shih Tzus who need homes and families to love them – and when it gets right down to it – these dogs ARE the ones people are buying at pet stores and on the internet. They just aren’t groomed and cared for because they have been committed to a life of breeding – but their pups are being sold for thousands of dollars to unknowing (or sometimes ignorant) consumers.
I put this on my blog because it is so important to me that people KNOW that this is reality. This isn’t some 20/20 special or tabloid rumor – this is real and I want people to know!
The only way that this will stop is when two things happen: laws go into effect making it illegal to breed dogs in mass quantities and people stop buying dogs from pet stores and on the internet. It has been said hundred times but I will say it again – Good breeders do not sell their dogs in stores or randomly sell their dogs on line – and 99% of the time good breeders do not sell mixed breeds or multiple breeds. And good breeders want to know who is buying their dogs because they will not place them in random homes without contracts and stipulations. And good breeders always agree to take their dogs back if something happens. There are no ifs about any of this.
I hate getting on this soapbox, I really do – but when I spend sleepless nights worrying about two little dogs, whom I have never met – I get mad and disappointed with this country. We should be better than this.
What is better is that today – these two little dogs will unknowingly travel to foster homes where they will be given love and affection for the very first time – where they will find toys and beds and endless amounts of food and water. They will be scared at first because unlike “regular” dogs – none of this will make sense to them – they will be confused and unsure. Things like stairs and doorbells and even grass will be unfamiliar and frightening to them. They will probably cower and shake for many days until they learn trust and find that not all people will just treat them like objects or throw them away when they are done with them.
It could takes days, weeks, even months for these little dogs to be “normal” again…But they will be and they will offer back love unconditionally like no other dog in the world. And, best of all, these little dogs will eventually be adopted by a family who knew better than to buy from a pet store or order a dog on-line and they will be rewarded with a dog who will be forever grateful.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Truths: Life Unexpected
I have been remiss: not writing about the amazing trip I just had with my close and dear friend, Delreen.
We came back on Monday night and, well, life just got in the way. It was cleaning the house to restore order, appointments to go to ( run to), etc… and before I knew it the days had slipped away and I never even expressed to Delreen what a wonderful time I had.
Delreen and I left this crazy daily life for an excursion to Florida. What I should call it now is an adventure because so many crazy, fun things happened that it was hardly a relaxing trip.
It started with me leaving my wallet on the plane! (who does that?) And then freaking out that we wouldn’t be able to get on the express cruise to Key West without an ID – because we needed one… oh and I guess I was freaked out, too, that I lost my wallet… Its just that I was so excited to go to Key West that that was my priority.
Well, thanks to modern technology and my understanding husband – he took a photo of my passport with his iphone and emailed it to me – where we were able to print it and use it to get on the boat.
After setting sail and about to reach port – my dad called and said that he got my wallet from the airport! Now we could breath a sigh of relief and, of course, celebrate with one…no 12 Daquiris!
And that is what we did from noon until 5am… celebrate and dance and drink – did I mention the jello shots and Delreen’s liking for tequila? We innocently met “boys” who wanted to talk to us – and when you are about to hit 40 – knowing that you still “have it” is almost as good as a fruity cocktail on a tropical island!
And being able to stay out ‘til 5am – well that shows stamina at our age. And it really shows what a fantastic time we had – just two girls, two friends since college – sorority sisters, old roommates… best friends living it up on Duval St…
See it wasn’t just about the partying (though that was definitely a highlight) it was about us getting together, hanging out, talking constantly. We live far away from each other and while we communicate daily thru email – seeing each other is priceless and rare. – And that is what we got to do for 6 days.
I am unsure just what made Delreen and I click… we had the same major and we saw each other in classes and became friends during our pledge year at Gamma Phis.. and then we chose to room together and I guess that is when our bond became unwavering.
20 years later and our friendship has proven, literally, life saving. If it weren’t for Delreen I know I would have been lost a long time ago. Our daily emails are inspiration for going on, for pursuing dreams, celebrating victories and at times consoling life’s disappointments, tragedies, illnesses… she is my rock.
You don’t meet many people in your life who can relate to you on such a phenomenal level – people who understand you. But Delreen is one of those people to me – she truly changed my life and for that I am grateful..
But, here’s the thing – for 6 days – our lives were interrupted by pure enjoyment – late nights of conversation (and drinks) and days of sunshine. We escaped cleaning the house and daily routine and we were able to just spend time being friends.
When you are there, on vacation, you take for granted this reward – you enjoy it but you don’t realize how precious it is until you come home and become lost in your routine life…
And then you think how lucky you were to have your life interrupted for 6 days – how fortunate you were to have your close, and very dear friend all to yourself for 6 days – 6 days of everything good and fun and happy. 6 days that will become one of your fondest memories of your friendship – memories that even photographs can’t capture – memories that you are certainly grateful for long after you come back home.
We came back on Monday night and, well, life just got in the way. It was cleaning the house to restore order, appointments to go to ( run to), etc… and before I knew it the days had slipped away and I never even expressed to Delreen what a wonderful time I had.
Delreen and I left this crazy daily life for an excursion to Florida. What I should call it now is an adventure because so many crazy, fun things happened that it was hardly a relaxing trip.
It started with me leaving my wallet on the plane! (who does that?) And then freaking out that we wouldn’t be able to get on the express cruise to Key West without an ID – because we needed one… oh and I guess I was freaked out, too, that I lost my wallet… Its just that I was so excited to go to Key West that that was my priority.
Well, thanks to modern technology and my understanding husband – he took a photo of my passport with his iphone and emailed it to me – where we were able to print it and use it to get on the boat.
After setting sail and about to reach port – my dad called and said that he got my wallet from the airport! Now we could breath a sigh of relief and, of course, celebrate with one…no 12 Daquiris!
And that is what we did from noon until 5am… celebrate and dance and drink – did I mention the jello shots and Delreen’s liking for tequila? We innocently met “boys” who wanted to talk to us – and when you are about to hit 40 – knowing that you still “have it” is almost as good as a fruity cocktail on a tropical island!
And being able to stay out ‘til 5am – well that shows stamina at our age. And it really shows what a fantastic time we had – just two girls, two friends since college – sorority sisters, old roommates… best friends living it up on Duval St…
See it wasn’t just about the partying (though that was definitely a highlight) it was about us getting together, hanging out, talking constantly. We live far away from each other and while we communicate daily thru email – seeing each other is priceless and rare. – And that is what we got to do for 6 days.
I am unsure just what made Delreen and I click… we had the same major and we saw each other in classes and became friends during our pledge year at Gamma Phis.. and then we chose to room together and I guess that is when our bond became unwavering.
20 years later and our friendship has proven, literally, life saving. If it weren’t for Delreen I know I would have been lost a long time ago. Our daily emails are inspiration for going on, for pursuing dreams, celebrating victories and at times consoling life’s disappointments, tragedies, illnesses… she is my rock.
You don’t meet many people in your life who can relate to you on such a phenomenal level – people who understand you. But Delreen is one of those people to me – she truly changed my life and for that I am grateful..
But, here’s the thing – for 6 days – our lives were interrupted by pure enjoyment – late nights of conversation (and drinks) and days of sunshine. We escaped cleaning the house and daily routine and we were able to just spend time being friends.
When you are there, on vacation, you take for granted this reward – you enjoy it but you don’t realize how precious it is until you come home and become lost in your routine life…
And then you think how lucky you were to have your life interrupted for 6 days – how fortunate you were to have your close, and very dear friend all to yourself for 6 days – 6 days of everything good and fun and happy. 6 days that will become one of your fondest memories of your friendship – memories that even photographs can’t capture – memories that you are certainly grateful for long after you come back home.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Truths: You don’t need gray hair
Saturday night as I was rocking Josee at the Timbers Supper Club (I really don’t cook) the owner, Mike, said, “You make a good Grandma.”
And that is when it hit me… while it all seems surreal the truth is: I am absolutely enjoying this whole Grandma thing.
It is true what they say – when you have your own kids – it just feels harder. You never seem ready to give up everything you know – all the freedoms you had just months before the baby was born. It is a huge adjustment and while it might seem selfish, you always yearn for a little of that back – at the very least – time to eat your own meal when the food comes – which was what I was trying to give Kristin.
When Abby was born and we became new parents – I had moments like that… and, now looking back – I regret that I didn’t just enjoy what was right in front of me – this perfect little bundle who would grow up faster than I would ever realize.
And that is the tricky part of this whole dynamic – my daughter is still just growing up. At only 11, I am still parenting and now I am grandparenting.
Holding Josee last night – and really seeing the miracle she is – was truly endearing. And to know that she is MY grandchild – this little girl who I will get to see grow-up: see her walk, go to her dance recitals or soccer games, graduate school, get married… it all is overwhelming – in a good way.
When you become a blended family as we did – it is inevitable the baggage that comes with it. But, with a grandchild you are afforded a brand new start – you are just you and nothing else matters anymore.
As I rocked Josee Saturday night – and looked into her beautiful eyes – I fell in love again and again. – I watched as she cooed and smiled and I could not have felt prouder that she was my granddaughter.
In the background, on the jukebox, the song, “I will stand by you” by The Pretenders was playing. It is a song that I often played when Abby was a baby… A song that I always thought I would put on a mix CD for her. Certain lyrics in the song just seem so fitting from a parent to a child…
Oh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now.
Don't be ashamed to cry, let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side too.
When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do,
Nothing you confess could make me love you less
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
So, if you're mad get mad, don't hold it all inside,
Come on and talk to me now.
And hey, what you got to hide? I get angry too
But I'm alot like you.
When you're standing at the crossroads, don't know which path to choose,
Let me come along, cause even if your wrong
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
Take me into your darkest hour, and I'll never desert you.
I'll stand by you.
And when, when the night falls on you baby, you're feeling all alone,
You won't be on your own, I'll stand by you. I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you. I'll stand by you
Take me in into your darkest hour and I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you.
I want to be that mother to Abby and now, that, grandma to Josee. The one who can share life experiences and be real about things. I want to help her find her way in the world and to encourage her to follow her dreams. (okay, and I want to take her shopping because this grandma probably won’t be the one baking cookies.)
In all seriousness – becoming a grandma is as amazing as people say it is – this second chance to hold a baby and enjoy the very moment without any expectation or frustration – just the joy of watching your granddaughter look into your eyes and the realization that this is only the beginning of many more perfect moments to come.
And that is when it hit me… while it all seems surreal the truth is: I am absolutely enjoying this whole Grandma thing.
It is true what they say – when you have your own kids – it just feels harder. You never seem ready to give up everything you know – all the freedoms you had just months before the baby was born. It is a huge adjustment and while it might seem selfish, you always yearn for a little of that back – at the very least – time to eat your own meal when the food comes – which was what I was trying to give Kristin.
When Abby was born and we became new parents – I had moments like that… and, now looking back – I regret that I didn’t just enjoy what was right in front of me – this perfect little bundle who would grow up faster than I would ever realize.
And that is the tricky part of this whole dynamic – my daughter is still just growing up. At only 11, I am still parenting and now I am grandparenting.
Holding Josee last night – and really seeing the miracle she is – was truly endearing. And to know that she is MY grandchild – this little girl who I will get to see grow-up: see her walk, go to her dance recitals or soccer games, graduate school, get married… it all is overwhelming – in a good way.
When you become a blended family as we did – it is inevitable the baggage that comes with it. But, with a grandchild you are afforded a brand new start – you are just you and nothing else matters anymore.
As I rocked Josee Saturday night – and looked into her beautiful eyes – I fell in love again and again. – I watched as she cooed and smiled and I could not have felt prouder that she was my granddaughter.
In the background, on the jukebox, the song, “I will stand by you” by The Pretenders was playing. It is a song that I often played when Abby was a baby… A song that I always thought I would put on a mix CD for her. Certain lyrics in the song just seem so fitting from a parent to a child…
Oh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now.
Don't be ashamed to cry, let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side too.
When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do,
Nothing you confess could make me love you less
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
So, if you're mad get mad, don't hold it all inside,
Come on and talk to me now.
And hey, what you got to hide? I get angry too
But I'm alot like you.
When you're standing at the crossroads, don't know which path to choose,
Let me come along, cause even if your wrong
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
Take me into your darkest hour, and I'll never desert you.
I'll stand by you.
And when, when the night falls on you baby, you're feeling all alone,
You won't be on your own, I'll stand by you. I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you. I'll stand by you
Take me in into your darkest hour and I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you.
I want to be that mother to Abby and now, that, grandma to Josee. The one who can share life experiences and be real about things. I want to help her find her way in the world and to encourage her to follow her dreams. (okay, and I want to take her shopping because this grandma probably won’t be the one baking cookies.)
In all seriousness – becoming a grandma is as amazing as people say it is – this second chance to hold a baby and enjoy the very moment without any expectation or frustration – just the joy of watching your granddaughter look into your eyes and the realization that this is only the beginning of many more perfect moments to come.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Truths: 1-800 NO ONE Cares
So, I spent 45 minutes on the phone with Comcast last night. 45 minutes I would have rather spent cleaning my sock drawer. 45 minutes of pure frustration. I would never condone a shooting spree – but I can see why people do it.
As many might know – ever since the world turned to HD TV… we have had to get adapters for our TV’s which are not hooked up to cable boxes. We would probably all hook every TV we have to a cable box – if they didn’t charge us to do so.
I called a few weeks ago to get my adapter… no let me start from the beginning I called in June to hook up cable for my niece at which time I ordered the adapters – well those never showed up… so I called again a few weeks ago and last week they came.
FINALLY – my daughter could get the Disney channel in her room again and I could watch Criminal Minds before bed. (something my husband thinks is crazy – to watch psychopaths right before you sleep)
We set the adapters up – only to find that I was not going to be able to watch Criminal Minds… We got all the other channels (go figure) but THIS one was important.
I did the unthinkable – I called 1-800-comcast… which sent my evening into a complete tailspin. First I talked to a computer – a nice friendly voice without a beating heart. But, needless to say, she couldn’t help me. I was transferred to LiLi…who I know was not speaking on US soil… she couldn’t help me… then came LaLa – an advanced technician they called him – who was able to explain that the two boxes Comcast sent were defective.
But here is the best part and what turned my somewhat patient self into a raving lunatic. LaLa told me that to get the new boxes I needed to go to my nearest Comcast office and swap them out.
“What, “ I said… “You want me to drive to another office to replace the defective boxes YOU sent me? – That is NOT going to happen.”
In his foreign accent – he tried to be polite – but it was too late – he could not reason with me so I demanded to talk to someone in charge. That is when I got LoLo…another person who I know does not live in the US… who again tried to reason with me – speaking from a set of pre-made cards. Within minutes I started screaming and again demanded someone else to talk to.. I wanted to say, “preferably someone living in the US.”
That is when I was placed on hold for 10 minutes. Ironically, at the same time I was getting a call on the other line from none other than Comcast – wondering how my customer experience went… Do I need to say that I told them it sucked?
While on hold… I decided to use the live chat feature found at www.comcast.com. Here I was able to talk with Joseph who began to explain that I could go to a Comcast office and swap them out.
Before I could type – I finally heard an American voice, “This is Gabrielle – how can I help you?
Ahhh – I felt like I just walked into the house I grew up in.. A voice I could understand – a voice who I knew was not speaking from pre-written speech cards.
By now, I was broken and in my deflated voice I said, “All I want is for Comcast to send me two new adapter boxes because the ones you sent me were defective.”
“Well, I can certainly do that for you,” Gabrielle said.
While she was verifying my address and explaining that they would be sent out in the next few days – I was able to happily reply to Joseph that Comcast was going to send me the new boxes and that it was no thanks to him.
Yes, in the end – after a major blood pressure spike – I was able to get not only what I wanted but what I deserved.
But, we must ask ourselves – why do we allow major companies to treat us this way – like rats in an experiment – like monkeys – like cattle?
I spend $180 a month for Comcast – why the Hell can’t they employ people who live on US soil? Don’t we deserve that? It should not take 3 calls to get to a human being who not only speaks with the same accent as me – but actually thinks for themselves. They don’t have to be American – they just have to live in my country. English doesn’t even have to be their first language – they just need to understand me and be understandable to me.
I just don’t think that is a lot to ask.
We have been on the fence, thinking about switching to Direct TV… and certainly this experience has pushed me over the edge – but before I commit to another big company – I am going to call their 1-800 number and see what I get.
As many might know – ever since the world turned to HD TV… we have had to get adapters for our TV’s which are not hooked up to cable boxes. We would probably all hook every TV we have to a cable box – if they didn’t charge us to do so.
I called a few weeks ago to get my adapter… no let me start from the beginning I called in June to hook up cable for my niece at which time I ordered the adapters – well those never showed up… so I called again a few weeks ago and last week they came.
FINALLY – my daughter could get the Disney channel in her room again and I could watch Criminal Minds before bed. (something my husband thinks is crazy – to watch psychopaths right before you sleep)
We set the adapters up – only to find that I was not going to be able to watch Criminal Minds… We got all the other channels (go figure) but THIS one was important.
I did the unthinkable – I called 1-800-comcast… which sent my evening into a complete tailspin. First I talked to a computer – a nice friendly voice without a beating heart. But, needless to say, she couldn’t help me. I was transferred to LiLi…who I know was not speaking on US soil… she couldn’t help me… then came LaLa – an advanced technician they called him – who was able to explain that the two boxes Comcast sent were defective.
But here is the best part and what turned my somewhat patient self into a raving lunatic. LaLa told me that to get the new boxes I needed to go to my nearest Comcast office and swap them out.
“What, “ I said… “You want me to drive to another office to replace the defective boxes YOU sent me? – That is NOT going to happen.”
In his foreign accent – he tried to be polite – but it was too late – he could not reason with me so I demanded to talk to someone in charge. That is when I got LoLo…another person who I know does not live in the US… who again tried to reason with me – speaking from a set of pre-made cards. Within minutes I started screaming and again demanded someone else to talk to.. I wanted to say, “preferably someone living in the US.”
That is when I was placed on hold for 10 minutes. Ironically, at the same time I was getting a call on the other line from none other than Comcast – wondering how my customer experience went… Do I need to say that I told them it sucked?
While on hold… I decided to use the live chat feature found at www.comcast.com. Here I was able to talk with Joseph who began to explain that I could go to a Comcast office and swap them out.
Before I could type – I finally heard an American voice, “This is Gabrielle – how can I help you?
Ahhh – I felt like I just walked into the house I grew up in.. A voice I could understand – a voice who I knew was not speaking from pre-written speech cards.
By now, I was broken and in my deflated voice I said, “All I want is for Comcast to send me two new adapter boxes because the ones you sent me were defective.”
“Well, I can certainly do that for you,” Gabrielle said.
While she was verifying my address and explaining that they would be sent out in the next few days – I was able to happily reply to Joseph that Comcast was going to send me the new boxes and that it was no thanks to him.
Yes, in the end – after a major blood pressure spike – I was able to get not only what I wanted but what I deserved.
But, we must ask ourselves – why do we allow major companies to treat us this way – like rats in an experiment – like monkeys – like cattle?
I spend $180 a month for Comcast – why the Hell can’t they employ people who live on US soil? Don’t we deserve that? It should not take 3 calls to get to a human being who not only speaks with the same accent as me – but actually thinks for themselves. They don’t have to be American – they just have to live in my country. English doesn’t even have to be their first language – they just need to understand me and be understandable to me.
I just don’t think that is a lot to ask.
We have been on the fence, thinking about switching to Direct TV… and certainly this experience has pushed me over the edge – but before I commit to another big company – I am going to call their 1-800 number and see what I get.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Truths: Do these jeans make my butt look fat?
…no the donuts and the large bag of m&m’s do!
Ah.. the fascination or rather obsession women place on their own bodies (and other women’s bodies) is cause for at least two articles in every women’s magazine every month!
How to walk your fat away, how to get hard abs, how to eat grapefruit and lose 10 pounds (anyone only eating grapefruit for 2 weeks - should lose weight and suffer massive heartburn).
We try to teach our daughters that every size body is healthy – but we all know we are lying.
It is sad – really sad…
And as my own case study I can say this… I have weighed 99lbs (going thru a divorce and on the edge of anorexia) and I have weighed 160lbs (The college 10 – was more like the college 40 for me) and I have weighed everything in between in the last 25 years – and never once was I happy with my body. Okay at 99lbs – I was impressed with my body and the fact that no matter what I tried on it either fit or was too big… But, then again – no one else thought I looked good - including a doctor.
I feel fat right now – I do… and even though I have lost over 15 pounds since I joined weight watchers and now I have been walking 2 miles to yoga and 2 miles back home – I am still feeling fat. The real test is that when I weigh 125 pounds – my goal weight- will I feel any better?
Me – as a person has not changed – I am quirky, have too many animals and constantly struggle to stay organized – and write my damn book. I am still a wife, a mother, a daughter – and my friends don’t leave me when I weigh more – so what the Hell does it matter?
I know people who are in far better shape than me – thin – healthy and yet, they still struggle comparing themselves against other people… other people who I wouldn’t care if they were super models because even then they wouldn’t be the kind of women I would want to be friends with – not thin – and not fat… just not at all.
And somewhere in this vicious cycle – our poor bodies attempt to keep up with us… The fad diets, the sudden work-outs – the massive amounts of protein – no carbs. We fail to recognize that our bodies are doing the best they can with the rather poor direction we give them.
For just a few moments – think about what your body has endured from scraped knees, to broken hearts, to childbirth… broken bones, fertility shots, monthly menstruation, breast cancer, sun exposure – our bodies get beaten up everyday…and still we are unhappy with them.
As I was practicing yoga on Monday and found myself in triangle pose – I couldn’t help but wonder just what my body was thinking. It had to be something like, “Are you kidding me… just how exactly do you expect me to bend like this?”
And that is when it hit me… it is time to appreciate my own body – to recognize it as the amazing machine it is and to really treat it better.
For me losing weight is still a healthy thing to do – no, I won’t be 99lbs again… but my goal weight is reachable and acceptable – but somewhere along this road of weight loss also has to be a path to peace – that no matter what I weigh or what size pants I wear – who I am as a person is what matters.
My family and friends – my goals and dreams- are what make me who I am – not what the scale says or how I compare to the skinny blonde sitting next to me.
Weight comes and goes on a daily basis – but who we are does not.
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