Step Away From the Cake

Moving away from Hawaii is no small task. Especially if you are moving to an area where you have no family to lean on. There are so many details that need to be handled, it is daunting. Having said that, I'm a huge believer in fate or faith or the universe or whatever you want to call it, pointing you in the right direction. I also believe that there is a path we are all supposed to take in life. When we take it things go rather smoothly and when we don't we run into problems. I could go into the whole free-will argument, but I won't. Suffice it to say that I do believe in free-will, we all have our own choices to make, but by following the path intended you actually have more free-will and choice available than by not following it. In this move so far, things have worked out really, really well. I found a job rather easily. We sold the house rather quickly. Things are popping. This has convinced me that we are on the right path. Now, not everything has been smooth sa...

We just got back from 3 days in Phoenix. It was a real eye opener in many different ways. We learned that Phoenix heat, even 102F, is not the same as Hawaii heat. Phoenix heat doesn't make you sweat, Hawaii does. We stepped off the plane and felt like a wet blanket was thrown on us. Ugh. We learned that I will be working with some really cool people at my new school. I'm very excited about that. We learned that we already have some pretty good friends in Phoenix. That is awesome. Now, on to what I learned about myself. I am fat. I am that woman. I kept seeing myself in the mirror at the hotel and my stomach is huge. Huge. My clothes don't fit right. My back hurts because of my stomach, I'm sure of it. We had to walk through the airport in LA and I was that woman. I was walking slow and having trouble because I am fat and my back was hurting. The thing is, I didn't resort to the 'I hate my body' mantra. I resorted to the, 'this has to end and en...