Advice from a small town girl

I guess it’s time for an update on my health quest.

I’d really rather not.

I’d rather not partly because of the many unrealistic expectations I place on myself. Every day.

Instead of celebrating the 23 pounds I’ve lost, I feel as though I owe everyone else in the world an explanation as to why it hasn’t been 40. Or more.

The “smart” part of me knows that’s just dumb. The “dumb” part of me feels guilty for not being more successful.

That’s the part that seems to have the upper hand most of the time.

The part where all those voices hide. There’s the voice that tells me I’m lazy. There’s the voic...