Diary of a MAD * FAT * WOMAN…..
Rants, Ramblings and General Diary of Juliana Wathen
Captains log: January 18, 2022 It has taken me 18 days to settle into this new year. Not exactly a record but worth making note of. I have newly turned 59 years old. My cholesteral is finally too high for my doctor’s liking and so I join the ranks of other genteel statin-heads my age
To be able to recieve you must be able to give. It is a cycle, a circle that must be completed to continue to spin. We have been conditioned to think that giving is noble…and it is. Remember the old saying , “It’s is better to give than to recieve”, remember that? I heard it
This is a piece of me. For you. For the Earth. For Sky God. For the underdog. Give us what we need. Give us nothing. For in that nothing we find what fills us. Within life. Within death. Our peace is coming it is heaven sent. Peace in me. Peace in you. Living this daydream.
Thank you Jesus, hallelujah, praise be and pass the whiskey. I stepped outside this morning and it was only 90 degrees and 52% humidity. That folks, is FALL in Texas! I pranced down my driveway with a lil’ bounce in my step and headed to the trailhead for my morning walk. This beat the hell
First off, RELAX. You may not be a spring chicken any longer and some minor injuries, bumbs and bruises can be expected from time to time. I recently worked my way up to walking three miles a day with my online college P.E. class. I was killing it I tell ya! Till that right knee
It was early morning on Padre Island and I had already decided to get on the road and make the 6 hour drive home to Houston after ringing in the New Year with one of my oldest and dearest friends on South Padre Island. The weather had not been our best friend this trip, high
This week RODEO HOUSTON gets underway and you will find me every fourth night volunteering in the Main Corral Club at NRG Center. To get in the mood I have dropped more than my share of semi-expendable cash at Cavender’s Western Wear, had my boots polished and have spent the evening being a slug watching The American Rodeo
No matter how old I get, I hope I never hesitate to take that NEXT step cause you just never know where it might lead you. I pulled together all my pennies, nickels and even a Visa gift card to get my ass to the BIG D (that’s Dallas to all non-Texans out there) to
It’s hard to believe that there is an unflattering side to losing weight. But there is! And NOBODY, I mean NOOOOOBODY warns you about it. Now, before you go getting your granny panties in a twist, I’m not talking that 10 lbs of “Water Weight” you think you are retaining. I am talking about losing
Much like a hermit crab I have spent my life living in a shell and as time rolled by I would exchange it for larger and larger shells. It was my home, it was my comfort and protection. And with it I was able, for the most part, to hide in plain sight. You see,
Diary of a MAD * FAT * WOMAN..... 