This morning, I told the guy that I work out with twice a week that one of my main issues – okay, other than my penchant for wine and hankering for unavailable men – was that I am an under-estimator. “Calories, drinks, kids,” I told him, “I always just assume I have less of somethingRead more…
It wasn’t until my ex-husband moved out more than four years ago that my late night nibbling began. Until then, we’d finish dinner and maybe I’d have a bowl of ice cream with the kids (I was younger then and could get away with those kinds of things) and we would have eating wrapped upRead more…