When the royal bump makes as many headlines as the royal baby

Big news hit this week when Prince William and Duchess Kate appeared with their new bundle of joy for the whole world to see. There was much ado about something – from the excitement over the new heir to the unofficial town crier. But one thing that shouldn’t have made waves among news headlines and... Continue Reading →

Bridge over troubled water weight

Roughly 9 months ago, I was wearing a white wedding dress, and was the smallest size I had ever been in my adult life. I had worked hard to get there, eating healthy foods with no cheating whatsoever, and exercising daily. I was motivated to look my best on my wedding day. Once I set... Continue Reading →

Battling the baby bulge (excerpt)

I'm getting close to finishing my first round of edits on my WineCountryMom eBook.  It's been kind of cool to read through those old entries and see where we've traveled from - all the things I struggled through and overcame, and how much the kids have grown since then.  It's also pretty eye-opening to see... Continue Reading →

Oh, fat baby.

How did I do it before - the effortless way I lost weight before the wedding, when I actually said out loud that I needed to figure out how to stop the weight loss so that my dress didn't fall off? How arrogant of me. The official tally of weight gained since the day I... Continue Reading →

Tempting fantasies

I dream in chocolate. It taunts me. That luscious dark brown color, the smoothness in its texture. I want to inhale its aroma and then slip it in my mouth, savoring it as it melts down my throat in a satisfactory climactic explosion of cocoa bliss. I want to bite into salted truffles, guzzle thick... Continue Reading →

My Flabby Friends


When our building project was done, we placed the mirror in the corner of the room right near the sink where we had 3 other mirrors on the wall. This was so I could see every single side of me at once while getting ready – a 4-way mirror if you will. And then we swiveled it towards the room and stood in front of it, Mr. W behind me. Except I couldn’t even see Mr. W. He was hidden behind my hips and thighs that seemed to have gained quite a bit of girth since switching mirrors.

Oh my jeez, where did those come from???

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