My personal Independence Day! (having nothing to do with 1776)
About a year ago, I was a hot mess. That is a clinical term. I'm pretty sure they use it in the American Medical Association Journals. I was incredibly overweight and amazingly out of shape - embarrassingly so. And to make things worse, I was in kind of a downhill spiral of bad habits. Since I was out of shape, I didn't exercise, which just made things worse. My clothes didn't fit, I had zero motivation to look attractive. One night, I believe it was Bastille Day (French Independence Day), my husband and I got into an argument. I won't get into the details, but let's just say, some not-so-kind words were said by both parties. And while it was incredibly hurtful (and I was no angel), there was also more truth to it than I cared to face at the time. And on that day, I said "enough". I need to take control of my life back. It was a few more weeks before we got back to the States (for those that don't know, I was actually IN...