I work very hard and am attending college to obtain my degree in the Human Service field. Writing makes me feel alive and gives me the opportunity to touch those whom I would not be able to otherwise. Last but not least, I have been blessed with two amazing daughters who love me completely and support my dreams. Feel free to contact me with questions, concerns or feedback.
I'll be honest, earlier this year I lost 30 pounds. I was up to 195 and I said enough is enough. Despite the fact I'm 6'1" and I most likely appeared more curvy, I knew I had to do something. My happy weigh is around 170, give or take 10 pounds. At one point, I was able to get down to 165, yet I almost killed myself to achieve that goal.
Prior to last Friday, I was 43 years old. I used to claim dyslexia and change it to the 34 year range instead. Now that I'm 44, there's absolutely nothing I can fall back on, so I've accepted my continual aging.
I recently made a rare public appearance. I'm not much of a drinker, at all, but on occasion, I will meet a friend or group of friends at a local establishment to see live music. The atmosphere was laid back, for which I was grateful, and I ended up making a few new friends. Needless to say, one thing caught my eye and I learned something very valuable.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina. After passing the 6' mark on the wall, everyone pretty much knew that dream wasn't to be. I then floated through high school with a barely passing History grade of D-. In fact, I should attempt to find Mr. Lehman of the great West Allis Central High School to thank him. Had it not been for me standing in front of him with tears in my eyes, explaining to him that without his passing grade I would not receive my diploma, I wouldn't be where I am today. Shaking his head as if he knew, the following weeks were excruciating. Needless to say, I still have dreams that I am an adult high school student, carrying two babies in my arms while running to and from class. Nightmare to say the least.