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
You hear the words “self-care” and visions of day spas, bottomless mimosas, and naps by the pool fly before your mind’s eye like a sizzle reel on youtube. You never think about the un-fun side of self-care. But alas, here I sit in my pj’s in my “home” office making that dreaded call to the
The year is new but that doesn’t mean we can just amend old habits with a spoken wish and a written resolution…OR IS IT? We have been conditioned to believe that change is hard, that the struggle is real, and that it is in the difficulty that resides the prize. I respectfully disagree. Change is
Sometimes the bridges with the least risk are the hardest to cross. There is no rushing torrent beneath it to sweep us away if we lose our footing. It is neither too tall to scale nor too long to travel. It is simply a break in the path and yet we avoid it at all
Forest Gump almost had it right – POLITICIANS are like a box of chocolates…you never know what your gonna get. So instead of standing on my soap box today and preaching I just want to make an impassioned plea to your stomach to consider what the world looks like thru my eyes. LIFE….AN IDEAL LIFE….
Have you ever heard the phrase” Get out of your own way” ? For all the up and downs life throws us it seems that the answer can be as easy as ….STEP ASIDE. It seems we have been programmed to believe that for something to work it must be hard-won. That we must struggle to learn
The Eternal Law of Life is: ‘What you think and feel you bring into form; where your thought IS there you are, for you are your consciousness; and what you meditate or pray upon, you become.’ And so I sit this Sunday morning reflecting on the state of the world, humanity, our nation, my home and ultimately…myself. The
Bitter? Table for one! Bitter??? Go ahead – make it a table for two cause I am damn sure I’m not alone. Damn you iHop!!! Get thee behind me!!! I have no fear – for thou art with me….”Thou” being a stiff cup of coffee and an EAS Vanilla Protein shake for breakfast! All you
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
Diary of a MAD * FAT * WOMAN..... 