I am not a hypochondriac. But I was scared. I hate knowing that something is wrong with me and not
I plop down in a chair, engulfed and hidden deep within the folds of my husbands ginormous, full length down
Obese. That was the word my Thyroidologist was using when he was discussing my situation with me yesterday at my
I’ve complained about my weight. A lot. I’ve written short stories and numerous amounts of posts on my blog complaining
Today I’m supposed to take my son to the Detroit Zoo for his end of the year, kindergarten field trip.
The Queen looks out her window and sighs. The chirping birds had awakened her only to deceive her into thinking