Health

A few weeks ago, I noticed that I was seeing an increasing number of commercials advertising inexpensive "easy to get" health insurance.  The first thing that came to my mind was ... this has got to be some sort of scam.  Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be getting cheap insurance? It's sad really, with over 46 million uninsured in America, there is no shortage of scammers lining up to exploit them.

Before I started my weight-loss journey, I didn't give much thought to how my body looked. I took the time to look presentable in public, but I never lamented my thunder thighs or jiggly butt. I suppose I became accustomed to being a "voluptuous curvy girl" and accepted myself as a size 16. However, when I finally decided to live healthy and incorporate exercise and good food in my life on a regular basis, things started to change.

It's easy to get down on celebrities for the things that they say about, oh, say, pregnancy and motherhood and the like. After all, they're so often saying and doing things that seem incomprehensible to us lesser mortals.

It's too late, I'm sorry, but your ovaries are a shriveled mass of cells that have more in common with a raisin (not even the good raisins...at 35, I bet mine look like those hardened ones that stick to the bottom tab of the Sunmaid raisin box). You wanted kids? Sucks to be you, you should have started back when you were 14. Oh...and the media is sorry that they led you astray these past few years, promising the existence of endless fertility through stories about various celebrity wonder twins without even whispering the term donor gametes.

When I was 15 years old, I was a hard-core “Thespian.”  Which basically meant I was a tool who wore black and crystals, enjoyed misery, took my big freaking tome of The Complete Works of Shakespeare with me everywhere and read interpretive poetry about my pain aloud in front of mirrors back-lit by candles and set to music like “Gloomy Renaissance Nose-Flute Quartet: The Greatest Hits” in my bedroom.