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Every Day is the Best Day

Before you go any further, let me warn you: This is a brain dump which might make very little sense. I'm only sharing it because every time I write something, I think--someone might relate to this today and feel like, "YES! Me too!" and that is one of my favorite ways to feel. Others might think it's a pile of shit; that's perfectly fine too. Here goes...

Rules for the rest of 2017:

1. Read only fun things. I gave myself permission to read cozy feel-good fluff. Chick lit. Beach reads. Yummy rom-com kind of stuff. I work so damn hard on being better all the time that sometimes I plain forget to be good enough. So here's to being good enough. And happy. And chill. And wrapping up in a blanket and reading for fun.

2. Stop worrying so much about missing something...remember, what goes by you wasn't for you. Sometimes, I jump out of bed to jot down an idea or yell, "Hey Siri, write this down!" This is rooted in Anne Lamott's super solid advice f…

I Love Food

When I was little and thought my body was fine, people told me: You're too skinny. You're too bony. Your legs are too long. Your feet are too big. You have no butt.

When I got older and thought my body was not okay, people told me: You're not skinny. You're curvy. Your legs are not long. Your feet are very small. You're butt's huge. 
Over the course of 44 years of mixed external messages and an inability to hear the still small voice above the LOUD OBNOXIOUS INNER CRITIC, I lost all sense of my physical body. I thought I was bigger, smaller, taller, shorter, thinner, fatter, you name it than I actually was. 
One thing told the truth, without judgement or condemnation: The scale.
Today, if my husband sees me getting off the scale fretful and sad, he says, "Baby, you're beautiful. Stop getting on the scale." My friends say, "Throw the scale away." I don't even really care about losing weight, but I've attached some sort of power t…