Heart on a sleeve.

They say you wear your heart on your sleeve and if you are Justin Bieber, that is true, trust me I know, since that is our Halloween costume request this year.(I draw a line at the haircut though)


But I would have to say, I am wearing my heart, in plain view, on my butt...and upper arms....a little in the legs and...well you get the general picture.

Why is it, that when things blow all out of control, that we turn and punish ourselves, by doing the one thing that we are 100% in control of, namely taking care of our physical health?

That being said, this picture is not a witches concoction, to zap all who hinder my happiness but a sweet young gal, helping to add to my growing heart exposure. Also know as Sub zero.




Oh and this is my therapist, who flies here every September to keep me company in my search for sugar. Love you Mum.


Have mercy on the weak.
All I can say is, ignore all previous posts where I tell you to de-clutter and get rid of clothes that are too big. I need pants.