It’s summertime! Which means I have to pack lunches! Yay. (Insert sarcasm here) I have to admit, packing lunches isn’t my favorite thing. Like, I try to be THAT Mom. You know, the one? The one who plans lunches 2 weeks in advance, meal preps, and has the cutest, most elaborate, and healthy lunches? I am NOT that Mom. My kids aren’t open minded when it comes to food. My son isn’t as bad as my daughter, but their tastes are interesting. My lunches, are functional, convenient, and the kids don’t complain about them, so i’m winning in my book. I did want to share with you my experience with…
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My husband asked if I was leaving him
We were in the car having a discussion, and he point blank said, “Are you going to leave me?” The answer was No. I was a little taken back by his question, but after thinking about it, I could see why he would ask me. I probably can’t even depict all the baggage I carried up until that point, but I am going to try. Up until 2 ½ years ago, I was completely dependent on my husband. I don’t mean financially. I was 256 pounds. Seeing the number is embarrassing and difficult. If I wanted to go to the gym, I would say – “Hey babe, do you want…
