Sundays are mine to do with as I please. I try not to work on ‘must do’s’ and spend my time on whatever I wish.

This past Sunday morning started out at a slow pace. I hadn’t yet won the battle with the flu so I stayed in bed a bit longer than my usual 5:30 rise and shine. All I wanted to do was get up, get my tea and sip it as best I could as it scalded an already raw throat. I pulled my right arm through the sleeve of my robe and I consid(...)

Most who know me are keenly aware that I have been fit most of my life. I was blessed with a metabolism from hell and could eat whatever and whenever I wanted and struggled to gain weight. 

When I was nine months pregnant with my son Matthew I got up to a whopping 121 pounds. His birth weight was 7 lbs 5.5 ounces. Respectable even though all the doctors worried that I didn’t gain enough. I was back down to 105 lbs two weeks later.

I spent (...)