The random misadventures of a (formerly)Single Super Mom

The events of November 9th changed all Americans just a little.  The day of the presidential election dawned, and I don't think anyone could have ever expected exactly what was to play out.  It was like a comedy, a drama, a horror film and science fiction all rolled into one.  Donald Trump, a billionaire reality tv star was elected President of the United States.  People cheered, they jeered, they cried, they laughed, and they knew that the America we live in was going to change forever. There has been so much in the news, on social media, hell everywhere about Trump and people's reactions to him winning.  So much hate filled speech, name calling, trolling and out and out hatred has bled into the very fabric of our every day lives since election day, and it has broken up friendships, alienated neighbors, and caused people to question some of the very things they hold dear.  I have limited my social media access because of it.  My emotions are too raw, the anxiety too high and

I have never ever been shy about my struggles with my weight.  In junior high, I was a women's size 14 and cannot ever remember being "small".  I was athletic, I played softball and ran track; but I was always "big".  I developed and blossomed very quickly and was always self conscious of my size.  I used humor and being very friendly to draw attention away from the way that I felt about myself.  I wasn't able to wear the cute clothes that my friends were, but I made my own style that I was comfortable with. As I got older, the weight started to creep up, but not so quickly that I took a huge notice.  I knew that I was overweight, and things started to fit worse, so I moved up a size, then another, and then another. But I was eating the same amounts that I was before and still "felt" good.  I didn't have high blood pressure or diabetes.  I didn't have joint pain.  So I called myself "healthy" fat. When my then husband walke

I am a Black woman.  I am a mother.  A sister.  A daughter. A wife.  But in the eyes of the world, the very first thing that I am is Black.  All over the country over the past two days has been news of the killing of Alton Sterling.  Video upon video shared for the world to see.  The thing that struck me the most, was his son.  I know there will be fingers pointed.  His entire life will be torn apart and scrutinized.  Did he have a gun?  Was he on drugs?  Did he have a record?  What did he do to provoke the officers?  I hope that all of the questions surrounding this horrible act will be answered.  One thing is clear however.  There is a 15 year old boy out there who sobbed as if his heart was broken.  He lost his father.  Not only did his father die, his father's last moments were videotaped for the entire world to see.  He saw his father subdued by the police.  He heard the six shots that went into his father's body.  He saw him laying there, in a parking lot, bleeding.  He s

A good friend of mine messaged me on Facebook with a link, and then immediately apologized because she didn't want me to feel offended.  I assured her, that on the contrary, I was far from it! She told me that she knew how hard I had worked to lose my weight and how long I'd been able to keep it off; and I looked at the link and decided to apply for the Hunstad Koretsis Emerging Hopes program. http://www.hkcenters.com/emerging-hopes/ It is no secret to anyone that I had bariatric surgery in 2007.  I was close to 300 pounds, had severely high cholesterol and obstructive sleep apnea.  I would get in my car at work in the Arboretum area of Charlotte and drive home, through South Carolina, and end up in my driveway with absolutely no memory of doing so.  I was that sleep deprived.  The surgery literally saved and changed my life.  I would do it again tomorrow, and I have zero regrets. However, one of only biggest faults with the bariatric surgery process is the loose skin that

I've had a hell of a past year.  No lie.  I left a 10 year stint with Carolinas Healthcare to take a leap of faith with a doctor that I respect and admire to do something I never dreamed of.  I got re-married, something that I could have told you that I would NEVER do again.  My daughter graduated high school and started college.  My husband graduated college.  And my entire immediate family (minus my brother), has now moved to the area. I also took the leap into Network Marketing.  I know, I know, you think Network Marketing and people immediately associate it with a Pyramid Scheme or Amway.  It's like a dirty word.  Pssssst, I'm in Network Marketing... It's like hey, I drive around a creeper van and try to abduct children.  I know it may not be quite THAT bad, but sometimes people make you feel that way! I was approached for over a year to join a particular company.  A woman that I highly respect, admire, and genuinely like was persistent but not pushy in her purs