Oh, hi.
That’s me. On my wedding day. Just hanging out in some shady alcove, waiting for my parents and in-laws-to-be to arrive in a limo that is, at this point, 40 minutes late. That’s kind of how my life goes.
As I like to say…you can’t make this shit up.
Kind of like how I ran my first marathon when I was 17.
Or took my first wine class two whole years before I could legally imbibe.
Or even when I set a grilled cheese on fire trying to impress my then-new boyfriend, now-husband.
And, maybe most notably, how I spent 11 years of my life trying desperately to be scary-girl-thin, only to find weight loss success, and general happiness by starting to eat more butter.
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I started-up this little corner of the virtual world as a weight-loss blog, but then I realized…there’s a lot more to life than constantly trying to fit my ass into jeggings.
And since coming to that epiphany, I’ve had a lot more fun doing the things I love.
Like running long distances, drinking lots of good wine, cooking delicious, healthy food, or baking delicious, not so healthy treats (preferably in large quantities,) and making fun of the ridiculousness that insists on injecting itself into my life.
And sometimes, I just like to hang out in my kitchen with nothing but an apron on.
Seriously…you can’t make this shit up.
