Breaking News: Oreos don't give hugs!

This week (apart from yesterday “starting fresh”) has been an uphill climb - my own personal “everest”. To continue that wicked fun metaphor, I’m back at basecamp, a fellow climber told me I needed a meeting (I’ve missed ALL of them this week). So anyway my ascent to the summit begins by enlisting an @ww journey “Sherpa” named René from Gretna, LA by attending her Saturday morning meeting. I’m feeling the shame of my week. So no video plus my picture is a favorite of mine.

If I were a Bravo Housewife, this would be my first season tag line.

I am immensely fortunate that in these WICKED uncertain times I am able to depend on some consistencies. (Those are friends, family & WW virtually of course #socialdistancing)
It's funny, these past weeks (dare I say, months) have been really eye opening. I'm CHOOSING to look at that the glass as 1/2 full (and could use a refill). I'm not going to fart rainbows & glitter and say that it was an easy transition. It. Was (read: IS) NOT.

So. Me.

this video? Representative of an equally proud (and publicly amusing) moment that is equal to the celebratory feeling I’m feeling right now. (Bittersweet, because I don’t have this dress anymore. I gave it to a @barclayscenter usher at the @eltonjohn concert last year BUT I bought a new one so alls well. Because, sequins aren’t optional they’re optimal ESPECIALLY in a dark ballroom of thousands and you want to find the table.)

New year, same me.

Happy new year!!! -new decade really! this is the time of the that people get all kinds of feels…some reflect, others resolve to do and and social media accounts post memes about blank pages in a book of 365 - when this year, we get a bonus! 1 of 366!