tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31441339681498516662012-02-15T23:43:51.513-07:00Ditchin' the BitchStinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02122642707332792108noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144133968149851666.post-2449571475452564972008-11-10T14:22:00.003-07:002008-11-10T14:33:46.062-07:00

The phrase "A New Day" probably is already on the list of most over-used phrases. And yet, lately, it's made quite the comeback. "A New Day" is pretty much the slogan of the post-election period, and whether you agree with it or not, I think it is slightly infectious."A New Day" promises something different, a change in some way. And the change in leadership that is about to take place is either

Stinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02122642707332792108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144133968149851666.post-14067648629044686742008-11-04T11:27:00.001-07:002008-11-04T11:27:01.849-07:00

So, with my husband away this past weekend, I was able to aimlessly flip through the TV channels and land on any ridiculous and self-indulgent chick flick I felt absolutely necessary to watch. And while this included my first-ever viewing of Bridget Jones' Diary (This was the movie Renee Zwellweger supposedly gained a whole bunch of weight for??? Really?), it also included a cheeky movie entitled

Stinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02122642707332792108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144133968149851666.post-6773383890456503432008-11-03T15:06:00.003-07:002008-11-03T15:24:26.961-07:00

This past Halloween I had my first chance in over five years to pass out candy to the little kiddos. And what surprised me the most? That they aren't exactly kiddos anymore.Sure, there were a good handful of four and five year-old princesses and superman's. There were a few nine and ten-year-old goblins. But, I also opened the door to find scantily clad 12 and 13-year-old's posing in costumes

Stinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02122642707332792108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144133968149851666.post-342921773254853152008-10-29T10:41:00.000-06:002008-10-29T10:42:27.356-06:00

Today is a brighter day than yesterday. Yesterday, I found out my husband has to take a business trip to another country for about 4 days. . .which means I'm alone in our house for four long days. And when I'm alone, Edie is right there to entertain me with her oh-so-interesting thoughts. And yesterday, I felt overwhelmed on figuring out a game plan to handle her while I'm alone.And then I came

Stinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02122642707332792108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144133968149851666.post-41290765402309612422008-10-24T10:49:00.000-06:002008-10-24T11:18:26.154-06:00

When I first decided to get help in my quest to get rid of Edie, I was sent to a doctor to take all sorts of tests - including an EKG. Pads hooked to wires were placed all over me, as the nurse tried to make sure she had everything set to obtain an accurate reading of my heart.As I laid there, deeply breathing in and out as she instructed me to do, I wondered what my heart was telling them. My

Stinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02122642707332792108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144133968149851666.post-62317077710583140352008-10-20T12:25:00.004-06:002008-10-20T12:49:11.053-06:00

It's a common eating disorder therapy technique to refer to your bulimia, anorexia, binge-eating, etc., as Ed, as in Eating Disorder. When I finally went to get help, my therapist suggested the book Life With Ed for me to read, which chronicled Jenni Shaefer's "break- up" with her eating disorder, or Ed. I gravitated towards the idea that this eating disorder was not really me, but that it was

Stinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02122642707332792108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144133968149851666.post-63187737462122180012008-10-18T12:16:00.001-06:002008-10-28T14:56:07.862-06:00

I'm a newlywed, married to a man who still gives me butterflies, who adores every bit of me, and who I know would do anything to make me happy. I have a job that many people envy, and most wouldn't consider work at all. I live in a house that is lovely that are home to two cats that I treat like children. I have a great family. My close friends are incredible. I have all this. . .but I'm still

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