Hestia Homeschool for Young Wild Women

Since I live my life pretty much as an open book, this assignment made me have to stop and scratch my head a bit. What would I normally NOT tell? I tell everything.  Then I walked into the kitchen and saw the dreaded scale that I got for Christmas and I knew.  The deep dark secret is.....this is the first time in my ENTIRE life that I am ashamed of the way I look.

I was never a stark raving beauty, but I was never so bad that I had to worry about what I looked like. I never wore makeup, never worried about being fat because I was always skinny, had a good enough complexion...but now...I am forty three, almost forty four, and I never lost the baby weight. I weigh forty pounds more than I have ever weighed in my life except when pregnant. I hate having my thighs rub against each other. I hate having a second chin. I hate being plump.

I am not FAT. I am definitely plump. And soft.

Couple that with the mysterious RASH from Hell on my face, and I feel downright ugly at times.

I have to lose the weight, since I am now diabetic it is harder to get it off.  I will have to start training again (when I started Aikido at AOC five years ago I weighed an even hundred pounds. Sigh.)  It is not easy to find a diet for a diabetic nursing almost vegetarian mother.

"I'm bisexual.  Buy me something, I’ll get really sexual."
-- Carson, to first-ever straight guy Lawson.

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