Last week we took our annual family trip, and one day we hit up a theme park. Somewhere between the roller coasters, the overpriced snacks, and trying not to melt in the July heat, my hubby snapped a picture of me. A few days later, Facebook pulled up a memory from another theme park trip, a few years back. Holy crap. I totally stopped scrolling. Not because I looked bad in the old photo. I didn't. I remember exactly who I was then. Working out consistently, paying attention

Today is my birthday. A few years ago, this would have involved wine. Not because it was my favorite part of the celebration, but because alcohol seemed to show up at every celebration by default. Birthdays. Vacations. Anniversaries. Date nights. I guess it was just part of the package. What's funny is I don't miss it on days like today. I still want a good dinner, obvi we are going to my favorite mexican restaurant. I still want dessert... gluten free cake from Wegmans of co

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