Last night I met two great girlfriends for much needed red wine and girl time. We discussed anything and everything and it felt good to get out of my own head. I swear red wine is the cure for anything. That and some spinach artichoke dip ought to do the trick. A few days ago I was discussing using my strengths with my therapist aka roommate and suddenly it hit me. If I’m in a position to help someone I need to be confident enough in my abilities to at least offer. If they decline, so be it, but at least I tried. I know some of my friends think I’m crazy for freelancing or blogging my weight or posting pictures of myself overweight in a bikini, but this is just me finding my way.
Sometimes I’m going to feel bloated and want to scream give me chocolate or give me death (today) and sometimes I’ll feel like dancing until 3am on a Thursday night (not tonight Mom, I promise). Sometimes I need to drink a bottle(s) of red wine with my girlfriends and discuss dating, marriage, bridesmaids, boys in bands, and top it off with mushroom brie pizza (TDF). Yesterday, was just one of those days.