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In about a month I will move into my first home.  I started looking just before the lockdown and the process was pretty painless - although finding a home I could afford in Brooklyn NY where I now live, or anywhere in New York was painful.  It's unfortunate really, because I'm a New Yorker.  Even though  I've lived other places, New York is the place I've always felt most connected and when I leave, I'm always happy to come home to the sense of life that is always evident here.   It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday (click) But in just a few weeks I will pack up my belongings, the husband and the young people, and head across the river to New Jersey.  And the anticipation has had me reminiscing about all the apartments I've ever had, and  as I contemplated, I realized that the places I've lived can paint a picture of my life, allowing me a sometimes hard to find perspective about how far I've come and what I've accomplished.  True New Yorkers...

L osing weight is 100% mental.  First you have to be mentally ready to even begin the journey, then you have to have staying power.  Since I restarted my journey two weeks ago, I've been doing well.  I've been applying all the bits and pieces of wisdom I've collected over the years and I've been satisfied, i.e., not hungry.  I find that when I follow a plan - even one I create - it works out well.  So I've been eating lower calorie foods, practicing portion control, avoiding certain foods altogether, and keeping track of what I eat.   But sometime this week depression started to set in.  I don't know why or from whence it came but come it did and I couldn't shake it.  It lasted for about three days.  And although I maintained my weight loss strategy for the most part (I ate more but didn't go over my WW allotted amounts), I definitely consumed more than I had the week before.  And although my mood started to shift yesterday, it turn...

People say it all the time - "I've struggled with weight all my life".    That's my story too.  As a child, I was aware that my body was not the ideal sought after form.  When I was thirteen I fell in puppy love with a boy and lost my appetite for months.  When I visited home from boarding school, my grandmother was alarmed at how slim I was.  She did not like my new body at all and encouraged me to "eat".  I don't think I realized just how much weight I'd lost, and thinking back, that was probably the lowest weight I've been my entire life.                                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm forty-eight now and the heaviest I've ever been.  My daughter jokes that I always say that but whenever I look at pictures of myself a year later I always say how much slimmer I looked.   The fac...