Killing the Binge Beast

Last month Isaac and I were driving home from the beach and because road trips = junk food binges without guilt or consequences (right? Isn’t that a rule?), we loaded up on snacks at a gas station. I don’t do anything in moderation, so I giddily stuffed a sack full of salt and vinegar chips…

The Husky Sheds Her Winter Coat

When I was 12 years old I loved to shop at GAP Kids, much like other girls and boys my age. Unlike most other pre-teenies though, I had to wear GAP’s Husky line of pants and shorts. HUSKY- meaning “these pants will fit your fat kid because she can’t fit into our regular sized clothes.”…