It’s that time of year when we’re all tired of wearing sweaters and snow boots and ready to pull out the warm weather clothes. Although the days are longer and temps are beginning to rise, it’s not yet warm enough to go outside without layers, or to wear sandals without getting hypothermia.
Do you remember when we had to have our photos developed before viewing the images? The days when selfies weren’t even a thing and group shots didn’t involve a million retakes? Back then, we had no way of knowing if our arms looked flabby or if our leg braces were showing in photos until we picked up the physical prints.
Do you remember when we had to have our photos developed before viewing the images? The days when selfies weren’t even a thing and group shots didn’t involve a million retakes? Back then, we had no way of knowing if our arms looked flabby or if our leg braces were showing in photos until we picked up the physical prints.
Do you remember when we had to have our photos developed before viewing the images? The days when selfies weren’t even a thing and group shots didn’t involve a million retakes? Back then, we had no way of knowing if our arms looked flabby or if our leg braces were showing in photos until we picked up the physical prints.
I live in Michigan and it’s cold In the month of December. Yep, I know, shocking right? But, once temps drop below 40 degrees it’s all we Midwesterners ever seem to talk about…rather, complain about. For the typical and “able” winter despiser, December to early March is all about layering up, thawing out, and making it through.
The Holiday Season isn’t all jingle bells and sleigh rides when you have an invisible disability. As temps begin falling and your calendar starts filling, the stress and worry about how the hell you’ll make it through it all, rears it’s Scrooge like head. Of course this time of year can be stressful for everyone. There is a ton of pressure to be merry and create picture perfect, Norman Rockwell like moments, to then post on Facebook of course.
Prior to COVID, the instantaneous replacement of leftover Halloween candy and costumes with Christmas trees and holiday paraphernalia was annoying. But this year, OMG! I’ll take 500 tinsel bags, 50 sparkly ornaments, and 20 mistletoes (says the Jewish girl).
When I was 15 years old, I went to “fat camp”. It was the mid-80’s, and after several failed attempts to lose weight via kids’ Weight Watchers’ meetings and “the grapefruit diet”, I begged my mom to send me to a diet camp I had seen advertised in a teen fashion magazine. The camp, named…
Before launching Trend-Able, only my immediate family (and a few men I dated postdivorce -TMI?) had actually seen me in my afos (ankle-foot orthosis). I mostly kept them hidden under my clothing, not so much out of shame (age & Xanax helped with that) but more because, here comes the cliché, they don’t define me.
There’s an app for almost everything these days. I’m by no means a techy, ( I couldn’t move past level 1 in Ms. Pac-Man and flunked high school typing) but in order to keep up with and track of my kids, I’ve evolved into an app connoisseur of sorts.
The Nordstrom Anniversary Sale is like the Super Bowl for fashion bargain-hunters! There’s a huge build-up, enticing ads, and two teams (you and your credit card) pumped and ready for the win. Your Nordstrom credit card is your VIP ticket to early access and the best seats in the house.
Before launching Trend-Able, only my immediate family (and a few men I dated postdivorce -TMI?) had actually seen me in my afos (ankle-foot orthosis). I mostly kept them hidden under my clothing, not so much out of shame (age & Xanax helped with that) but more because, here comes the cliché, they don’t define me.
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