Welcome back to my blog! It has been exactly 6 months since my last post, an open letter to myself, expressing my hopes, dreams and goals for the year. At the time, this seemed like a good idea. Well, six months have passed and it is safe to say, so far, 2020 has been completely facocta (a fancy Yiddish word for shit-storm). Between a global pandemic, tragic deaths in the hundreds of thousands, and racial injustice, let me be completely honest with you when I say it has been . . .
Back on Track
Happy Friday everyone. This is going to be a short update. I haven't been getting much sleep lately so while bed is beckoning, I had to share how my week went. While I'm happy to say I'm back on track, I'm going to continue to set small goals for myself. First, true confession time. I almost didn't go to my weight watchers meeting this morning. Last week's gain was scary. I was almost afraid to weigh in this week. Luckily, my wise husband Adam reminded me that I always feel . . .
Welcome back Auntie Flow: Yenta Talks Periods
If you were paying close attention to the title of this post, you can tell already we are going to get a little personal. You've been warned. So. Let's talk periods. I suppose all good things must come to an end. As I've been slowly weaning the little man off the boob, I started feeling the all too familiar symptoms Irrational anger and hunger The roller coaster of emotions The need to nap every five minutes Feeling bloaty, crampy and . . .
Never ever stop dreaming.
I’m a dreamer. There. I said it. I am constantly thinking about the great things I want to do with my life. Gone are the days of feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I have embraced dreaming big and you should too. Why? Because dreams are the fuel that brings our ideas to life. Unfortunately, society is not very accepting of dreamers. Can you remember a time when someone made you feel bad for dreaming? A time you shared your hopes with someone and were told to “get your head out of . . .
Sick day survival kit
Follow my blog with Bloglovin It begins like this: You wake up feeling like roadkill. You've tried to escape this fate. Flu shot? Check. Frequent hand washing? Obvi. Hand sanitizer? Attached to key chain. In spite of all of the preventative measures, sometimes you just get sick. And so, as I wait for my antibiotics to kick in, allow me to share with you some of the things that keep me sane when I'm feeling under the weather: 1. Chicken soup (not . . .