Cricket in a Biscuit

I am really uncomfortable talking about myself. Blogging is easier. Face to face conversation is really hard, especially if it is about my appearance. Once, while dress shopping, the clerk asked what I was looking for. I told her if I knew the wallpaper of the room I was to be in, I would dress to match. I don't like to be noticed. The background is my comfort zone.  When I had lost enough weight people started to comment on it, I would get all squirmy and mumble something like, "Yeah, I've lost a few pounds." Even after it was upwards of 35, I was still mumbling about a "few pounds." Now, I'm getting squirmy for a new reason. People are starting to tell me I need to stop losing, or they think I'm going too far or not eating enough. My mumbled responses are, "I'm actually not losing any more," and "Oh, I eat!"  Lunch today: Peanut butter toast with a lettuce and spinach salad with pork, blue cheese and raspberr...

Something I started for me has come to mean a whole lot more… for my entire family This post is for all those hard-working, self-sacrificing moms. I say moms because I am one, but really it goes for all caregivers. I want to ask you this question. How many nights each week do you lay down for the night and realize you've done nothing for yourself? You spend the entirety of your days running around taking care of other people, making sure their needs are met, but you never manage to work far enough down the to-do list to reach your name. Ainsleigh helping me warm up with some Supermans That's where I was for a very long time. Sure, my most basic needs were met. Obviously I ate regularly, mainly because I was making meals for everyone else. When Laney was just tiny, I didn't always eat, because there was no one to cook for. I had clothes to wear and a roof over my head, but I would go to bed each night feeling completely neglected. I tried explaining this Darren...