And then I keeled over and died…

I’m pretty sure many, if not most, women would be downright offended if their husbands told them they were getting them an elliptical machine for their birthday. But I pride myself on NOT being a typical woman. Also, I’ve been whining about being fat and wanting an elliptical machine for MONTHS. We figured we’d invest in a machine eventually, after we paid off our current big bills—the furniture, the credit card that covered so many… Keep reading…And then I keeled over and died…

Weighty…

I’m short. I always have been. I’m 4′ 11.5″ tall and I’ve grown a grand total of an inch and a half since I was twelve years old. Now I’m thirty years old. (Holy crap, I’m THIRTY.) I never even hit the five foot mark. But hey, I’m tall for my height. I started to pack on weight around age ten. And kept gaining. By junior high I was wearing a size 14. By high… Keep reading…Weighty…