Honestly, it seems like such a simple word, but yet it remains one of the hardest things for me to grasp. Defined by Merriam-Webster as: 1con·fi·dence noun ˈkän-fə-dən(t)s, -ˌden(t)s : a feeling or belief that you can do something well or succeed at something : a feeling or belief that someone or something is good or has the ability to succeed at something : the feeling of being certain that something will happen or that something is true There must be some deeply-seated seed inside me that flat out refuses to allow me the grace of acquiring this very important trait.
I’ve lost a lot of weight. The funny thing about that is that when I actively attempted to lose weight in the past I was always struggling to get under 180. Nothing I did seemed to effect any change on that. Six months after my divorce I settled in at about 135-140. Which put me pretty much universally into a women’s size 6. I posted a while back about my thrill at reaching a size 8. Size 6 was a surprise discovered in the dressing room of an Old Navy and verified in the dressing room of a JC Penney
MIA for about six months. I know no one is heart-broken over it! LOL A lot of changes have transpired in that time. I’ve moved — in with my love and my kids in a new town. I’d love to say that everything has merged together seamlessly, but that just isn’t the case. It’s taking a lot of adjustments and tolerance. I think I’ve mentioned that I mother two teenage girls — it’s no picnic — and they seem sure they are not in need of any mothering. So day-to-day relations are a struggle. Picking battles are a struggle. Not giving