Here it is, the compulsory “about” page. I can only assume you are here because you want to know a little bit about me, aside from what you’re already reading in the blog.

There are a few ways I could approach this. I could tell you about my history with weight problems (long), or my plans (to lose weight). I could tell you about some of my challenges (I’m nursing, so have to be careful not to eat too little), or a few things I have going for me (did I mention I’m eating for two?).

Instead, I thought that the best approach would be to share a little list that I have stuck to my fridge.

My Girls

I have two amazing little girls, aged almost 1 & nearly 3. More than anything, I want them to grow up with a mom who is healthy and happy, in an environment where healthy living isn’t something you strive for, it’s just something you do. You eat healthy food because it’s yummy. You go out and run around together because it’s fun.

Meeting New People

Once upon a time, before beginning this journey, there was a tweetup at a nordic spa in town and I skipped it because I was scared. I was already self-conscious about meeting new people, but in a bathing suit? Fat chance. So to speak.

Ikea Furniture

A growing family, it seems, comes with a growing collection of allen keys. I’ve become remarkably adept at dragging half-finished pieces of furniture back and forth across the floor on chunks of cardboard packaging, and contorting my body in the most impressive fashion, all from a seated position. Anything to avoid having to constantly stand-UP-SIT-down, and (heaven forbid) kneel.

Clothes Shopping

As wonderful as it was when I first discovered that there were plus-size stores (yay! clothes that fit!), it was even better when I briefly flirted with not having to shop in them anymore. That was a long time ago now, but I remember how good it felt, even when the dress I wanted was too big in a plus 16, and too small in a regular 18.

Yeah. What’s up with that?


Yes, I want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. Why? Beats the pants off of jumping out of a bad one, for starters. It is also an amazing rush: I’ve done it, and I have the photo of me in a great big orange jump suit to prove it.

No, you can’t see it.

But it’s not just the photos (which are bad enough). It’s no fun flying with extra baggage while a harness cuts into your thighs (or worse). Same principle applies to skiing (urgh – knees), biking (butt!!!), and sailing (seriously, if I wanted more ballast, I’d bring more rum).

So that’s me. Why are you here?


2 responses »

  1. Hi there! Thanks for the follow on twitter! Wanted to stop in to say hello.

    I’m looking forward to snooping around your blog and following. Have a great day.

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