I started a journey … okay, all of life is a journey, so that seems an odd start to what I’m going to say. Three years ago, I started coming into my own as a grown ass woman. Eleven months ago, I decided to tackle my biggest physical issue - literally, my obesity. Since then, I have lost 104 pounds and dropped a bunch of sizes. And I feel great. But also - confused? Because I’m back to trying to figure out who I am, and more specifically, whose body I’m in. The physical transformation is well underway. I still have much work to do on the mental transformation.
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
I would like to visit the country where I was conceived, if only I knew which one it was. African continent is as far as I can narrow it with current data.
I’m not sure I get the point of tumblr (yet), but I’m game to try something new. Maybe I can record my conversations with my children, the Girl and the Boy, aka Bernadette and Sheldon. Here’s an example. I’m sitting at my desk at work. The phone rings.
Girl: Mommy? I have a question.
Me: Okay, go ahead.
Girl: Is it okay if I call Sheldon a name that means a feminine hygiene product with the name summer in it?
Me: Are you asking me if you can call your brother a douchebag?
Welcome to my life.