The number in that photo is just past halfway to my goal of 199 pounds. In all the different weight loss attempts throughout my life, I have never made it to a halfway point. Somewhere along the way I always stumbled, let the obstacle get me off track, and ultimately gave up only to retry... Continue Reading →
Baggage. No one gets away without carrying it. Some might like to pretend it's not there, but we never get away from all of it.
I thought when my dad died, I was broken. Two years after that, I almost died, and I believed I was physically broken. Now I know that this separation is my complete undoing. It is painful beyond compare to anything before because the someone who was my rock during those life events chose to leave... Continue Reading →
I grew up watching NBC soap operas, mainly Days of Our Lives and Another World. In the '80s, when it wasn't THAT far fetched. Sure Stefano DiMera came back from the dead and Roman Brady did too with a completely new face and a chest full of hair, but no one got possessed by the... Continue Reading →
I knew I wanted to be a writer when I was 15 years old. My grandfather had died, and in his bible my family found a poem he had written. Up until that point, I thought I was alone in keeping my five-subject notebook of sappy love poems and verses of teenage angst. Granted, he... Continue Reading →
Previously on Sappy Chick: I made this long-ass post about losing 18 pounds in my first 30 days of keto. What followed: Long story short, I lost 36 pounds total as of January, and then fell off the keto wagon. Then I got back on. Then I fell off again. I was still going to... Continue Reading →
"Starting over means you haven't yet given up." Ever since almost dying a year ago, I've tried in earnest to get back to the routine that helped me lose 40 pounds three years ago. I've had flashes of inspiration, but a nagging lack of motivation that has piled all that weight plus some back on,... Continue Reading →
Almost a year has passed since you visited me as I laid in the CCU at Greenville Memorial Hospital. Five days after admittance and barely a day off the ventilator, I had overcome a mountain of odds that said I might not ever wake up or that if I did, I might have significant brain... Continue Reading →