I am an addict. You read the title right. An addict. But my addiction isn’t to the usual suspects like drugs or alcohol or even gambling for that matter. I am a food addict. And by food addict, I don’t mean that I have an eating disorder like anorexia or bulimia, I simply mean I am addicted to food. The idea that someone can actually be … Continue reading I am an addict
I have been trying to come up with the right words for how I feel today and honestly, I can’t. I am not sad. But I am not overly joyful either. One year ago today, my mom, Leona Marie Schneider, died. The past year has had its ups and downs. I have been sad. I have been mad. I have felt lonely. I have been … Continue reading It’s been one year
Live to share. This is my life. I share. Some call it over-sharing. I call it, being real. And in usual fashion, I am about to get real. Really real. On Sunday, Jan. 28, my hubby woke up sick. It sucked because he never gets sick. EVER. I felt so bad. I did what I could for him, but tried to also stay away from … Continue reading A mish-mash mess of mumble jumble
Taking a rest at St. Mary’s Cemetery to visit my parents. Saturday morning was so gorgeous that instead of heading to the gym like we had been doing, Al and I each decided to head outside for a run. My goal? I wanted to get in a 10K (6.2 miles). It was so nice, I had to take advantage of getting in that distance outside … Continue reading A costly mistake
Hi, my name is Celeste Edenloff and first off (as the tears began to form), I am a bawl baby. Second, I lost (the tears were flowing free now) my mom in March (chest hurt, tears were harder, words kind of got mumbled and my nose started to run) and I lost my dad in July. And, I am NOT okay. I was the youngest … Continue reading Admitting you need help
Confessions of a [former] Fat Girl 