Jan 15th, 2016 4 min read

I am a flatliner. Not in the way the word implies.  I am typing, after all, which means I must be alive. Because my heart is still beating, Kiefer Sutherland, Kevin Bacon, William Baldwin and Julia Roberts would have absolutely no interest in the kind of flatline I am experiencing. Like their characters in the 1990 Joel Schumacher movie “Flatliners,” I am looking for meaning in my…


Nov 18th, 2015 5 min read

Have you seen my mojo? No? Me neither. My mojo seems to have abandoned me, and I have no idea why. I blame IVE, naturally. So once I made my goal of losing 42 pounds by my 42nd birthday, I promptly proceeded to gain a significant portion of it back over the next few weeks. Not all of it, thank goodness. Not even half. Less…

Time to make a U-ey

Oct 17th, 2015 3 min read

So I kind of fell off the weight-loss wagon and landed with a serious thunk. OK, that’s not quite true. I didn’t fall off; I was thrown. That’s not right either. I jumped. I took a big ol’ running start and leaped off the weight-loss wagon. It was quite graceful until I botched the landing. While I can’t say for certain that it was a…

I did it! I did it! I did it!

Oct 1st, 2015 4 min read

Reaching a goal. There’s no feeling like it. Particularly when you weren’t at all sure you could do it. When I embarked on this weight-loss journey back in May, I didn’t have a specific goal. It was a few weeks before I came up with something that seemed reasonable. I wanted to be down 42 pounds by my 42nd birthday. Early progress made it seem…

Finding the positive

Sep 18th, 2015 6 min read

I’ve been putting off writing for a bit because I’m extremely disappointed in myself and my apparent lack of progress over the past month. Naturally, if I’m disappointed in myself, I must have let down everyone I’ve ever met and his or her mother, too. (How’s that for self-centered thinking?) So, what’s my deal? If you’ve been watching my weekly weigh-ins, you know that I’ve been…

Who am I?

Sep 2nd, 2015 10 min read

While every fiber of my being wants to belt out “Two, four, six, oh, ooonnnne!” at the top of my lungs in answer to that question, I am not Jean Valjean. The honest answer, which might seem weird, is that I’m not entirely sure most days. I can use a plethora of adjectives and phrases to describe myself, but that tells you what I am….

Stumbling along

Aug 19th, 2015 4 min read

A few weeks ago I had one of the two weigh-ins I had been dreading for weeks — no movement on the scale. It was OK. I got through it with little to no mental anguish and bounced back, losing four pounds over the next two weeks. Today, the second dreaded weigh-in — the truly bad one — happened. The number on the scale went up….

The in-between

Aug 12th, 2015 5 min read

At this point, it should come as no surprise that half of my clothes are too large while the other half remain too small. I call it the in-between. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. It’s not exactly a bad problem to have, and honestly it’s one of my own making. I refuse to buy clothes that I hopefully will shrink out of sooner…

If I fits, I sits

Aug 5th, 2015 3 min read

I’ve never been a fan of flying. I don’t have a phobia, exactly, but I’m not completely at ease either. Particularly if there’s turbulence. It’s not like I scream, “We’re going to die!” Not out loud, at least. But that’s certainly what’s echoing in my head. And by now, you’re probably getting an idea how my head works. My dislike of flying intensified as I…

The face of bravery

Jul 28th, 2015 3 min read

Several people in the past few weeks have called me brave. I am honored and humbled that they think so. But I have seen the face of bravery it’s not the one looking back at me from the mirror. It’s the one at the top of this page. Her name is Ann. She is 92 years old. A 24-year-old man entered her home as she…