Holiday Bulge

I love this time of year because it's filled with delicious foods, deserts and great libations! During the Holiday season, my motto has always been: eat what you want, when you want (in moderation of course)! I unlike many women, do not fear the forbidden Holiday Bulge. Now I've never seen or experienced such huge weight gain after attending a Holiday party but I'm told it could happen, thus it's best to eat twigs and drink a skinny margarita in lieu of pumpkin cheesecake and a champagne cocktail. Hey, I understand the importance of being over thirty and maintaining that "not your average momma" physique but there comes a time in gals life when she needs to loosen up that bra and girdle. Let's eat a meal(desert included) with out fear of adding on the extra pounds and with out fear of being judged by others. So ladies stop cackling about gaining an extra pound and enjoy all the great foods this Holiday season has to offer! Cheers to you and good eats too!

Mutual Agreement

For weeks he and I avoided "the talk" and the inevitability of us parting romantic ways. My spirit, along with his actions, warned me some time ago that he had given up on us. The passionate exploration of mind, body and soul had come to an end, only to be replaced with vulnerability and pain. After two years we stopped behaving like lovers and became reduced to being comfortable with wearing a mask.

Relationships are so beautiful and so complex. I tried to understand his frustration but his words flowed like poison over my wounds. I felt that the excuses he gave for giving up on "us" were not serious enough to end our relationship yet I accepted it as his truth. I expressed to him how his negativity pushed me away; the nitpicking, lack of communication, the selfishness, and...I could go on and on about what was wrong with him and our relationship but by doing so, it only makes me sound like a victim and not an actual participant. For all the right or wrong reasons he and I agreed that parting romantic ways would be best. Now we have to live with our failures and the consequential paths we have chosen.

Love sucks!