What does it take to be happy? Even less, what does it take to be satisfied? When is the planned date of satisfaction? Is it tied to some kind of a size? When the sized twelves are off the shelf is that happiness? Size zero? What happens when healthy doesn't jive with that? Healthy. It seems that healthy is something that is a treasure worth digging for. But so many aspects of healthy don't seem to come together neatly. Especially when average is not good enough. There are choices to be made. Choices have been made. One life cannot possibly accommodate all the achievements to be made. One life cannot possibly be healthy in all ways either. Think about it. Between deliberate relaxation, intense exercise, work, play, families, blogging, twitter, facebook, church, commenting, homework, and food there are just to many balls to drop. Which are most important? At what point is pants size no longer a license for self disgust? When does it become okay to exis...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.