I know I’ve been quiet. I know I have been slack. It’s hard to constantly talk about failure. I’m not a failure, even though I’ve had one Mostly I’m healthy. My Daughter is getting Married. Yes, I like the guy. Living in two places makes it harder than I expected, but is a great break…
No, that wasn’t a typo. I am trying to break the angry girl habit of using profanity so frequently. I know you rarely see it in print, but sadly I speak it with regularity–in print it grates on my soul and makes me cringe. I really am a lady — spent most of my life…
Yesterday, was an angry morning wake up. I had had horrible trials the day before as well. I was super angry. I mean super angry. No one wants to wake up to trauma at 6 am. No one. That’s what happened to me. The kind of crap that takes you to the level of stroke.…
I have had a bad day. I woke up to a bad day. I’m hurting. I’m hungry. I’m tired. AND I’m super hungry. Not our best pic, but Erica’s faces says it all. I’m using my bosu ball to keep myself fit for my GUSU paddle board. Bosu…GUSU. I have a thing for usu’s. Squatting…
Yep that’s me, and I don’t mean how great I look, although Mike would argue that I do look hotter than a red pepper. I’m talking about the fact that my air conditioning is malfunctioning. We arrived at midnight to find our house a hot box. We had to retire for the evening in our…
I saw this photo today and it touched my angry side. Why? Well, you remember the last post I wrote, Are You (click link if you wanna read the short post), about how I measure up in my own mind. This … this photo touches on the why of that post. I want my body to…
Diary of an Angry Fat Woman 