|This picture looks hesitant, but I really just forgot how to self-photograph in my absence.|
I can honestly say in my 27 (almost 28) years on earth, I have experienced very few core shaking events. Luckily, I haven't had a lot of tragedy or really a lot to complain about. So maybe it was my peaceful, happy existence that left me so unprepared to handle the turbulence that made up the last three months.
When life hands some people lemons, they make lemonade. When life handed me lemons, I made lemon bars, lemon cake, lemon cookies and a whole lotta tears.
Now since this is not a blog about depression or psychotropic medication, let me assure you that I can finally see the sunshine through the damn clouds. I am stronger, wiser, more accountable and maybe it came at the price of larger thighs, but I'll get through it.
|Half of the fun of eating like crap the anticipation and working it all off, right?|
|Ritchie is not sure he is okay with the running detracting from cuddle time.|
Okay enough about me, what do you do when the shit hits the fan?
Share your coping tips if you feel so inclined or tell me about that time your ass got fatter... either way... I love ya.