I lost fifty pounds over the course of thirteen months and it only took me one harsh winter and the comfort of carbs to see the return of six pounds. My clothes still fit perfectly and I’m still the same size but the scale does not lie.
The Winter Olympics has come and gone and I’m remembering a summer I spent with sailors. I packed my bags, left my twenty month-old daughter in the care of my mom, and spent ten days at the beach.
It was 1991. I was working in radio and had only been a wife and mom for a little under two years. Call it irresponsible; call it crazy. It was something I simply had to do.
The me I am now though would not leave my child behind the way I did, but in the same breath I don’t necessarily regret doing what I did. I guess I got lucky. Kyera was with my mom and then husband. Whose better care could she have been in?
I’ve dreamed about visiting New York for as long as I can remember. When I got to go for work, I was ecstatic.
She was everything I imagined her to be: loud, busy, frenetic. , exciting. I’m smitten. I will definitely be back to see more of her. Being a bystander on the Today show at 6am is on my list. Don’t laugh. Okay, fine. You can laugh.