It was the end of 2016, and I was preparing my New Year’s resolutions. It wasn’t going well. It could have been because the post-baby blues were hitting me hardest right then. It could have been the discouragement I felt in my new, post-third baby body, which I still loved but that didn’t feel like mine. It might have just been that I was smack in the middle of the first real, snowy winter I’d experienced in four years. But whatever the reason, motivation was running low. And then a thought... Read More
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