Thinspiration. Love your curves. Eat yourself skinny. You deserve an indulgence.
They’re everywhere—messages to women telling them what they should be or should do or should look like. Often perpetuated by other women.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be something better. I’m a big fan of being healthy, but staring at pictures of emaciated women? Not healthy, and certainly not practical.
On the flip side, I’m a big fan of loving yourself, of being comfortable in your own skin. But celebrating obesity isn’t healthy either. Love your curves, by all means, but don’t pretend your eating habits aren’t going to lead to diabetes or heart problems or joint problems. (more…)
Now, you may read that statement and hear excitement. It’s a logical conclusion. I love coffee.
The thing is, this is no ordinary coffeemaker. It’s more like a coffee machine. Single-cup brewing. When the screen flashes full sentences at you, it ceases to be an ordinary coffeemaker. And when it comes to me and technology, well . . .
I decided to do something smart. I asked for help. From a super sweet receptionist. It’s funny how putting on a suit and a cute pair of heels can make me bolder. Somehow I wasn’t afraid of looking like an idiot. Somehow I was okay with admitting my fear of breaking the beast of a coffee machine.
She showed me how to use it. And success. For three days, I made two cups a day without incident.
Whew. My week has been . . . ridiculous. Hence the lack of a post yesterday. I spent most of the day driving to and from a mechanic and dealing with some intense car drama.
Here’s the short version: Luna (my beloved ’07 Nissan Versa hatchback) was damaged by a mechanic. In February, he put the wrong transmission fluid in her, and in September she started having some problems. Which got worse until we barely made it back from TN last weekend.
In any case, my baby needs a new transmission. Technically, the mechanic is liable but we really didn’t want to go the legal route. After hours of back-and-forth, we ended up getting a little money from him, but don’t be surprised if you see a “save Luna” campaign. Thankfully, I’m starting work on Monday, so my first paycheck will go to make sure Luna comes back to me healthy.
It kills me to think of Luna being injured, so let’s move on to happier topics. Like graveyards. (more…)