Angel Wheeler

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  • Be Careful Little Eyes

    I weigh myself daily. I record my weight in a journal everyday. This is before I have a sip of water or a cup of coffee. This is right after I’ve gone to the bathroom to ensure I weigh as little as possible. This is before I read my daily affirmation on my calendar. This… Read more

  • She Battles

    Each day, right after her cup of coffee, she laces up her tennie runners as her dad used to call them, straps the baby in the stroller and begins her walk down a lonely dirt, country road.  Slow at first, building steam, gearing up.  Just barely after she starts, her mind tells her to quit.… Read more

  • Decisions, decisions.

    Decisions, decisions.  Thankfully not life or death decisions.  More on the caliber of comfort kind of decisions.  As in “should I do an exercise tape or go to bed and read?”  And along the lines of “I just ate mac and cheese, but I really want some milk toast.”  Do you know what milk toast… Read more

  • Breaking Ice

    I have a new BFF today. He’s my good pal. My buddy. My friend. He’s a little furry. And maybe a little smelly. But I don’t mind at all.  Especially today, when he doesn’t see his shadow. I’m ready for an early spring. Here’s some pictures of our world. Yesterday it was 5° at 5:30… Read more

  • Journey to the Land of Less is More Mile 3: Just Say NO!

     About seven years ago I lived in a small 2 bedroom house on a busy street named Somerville.  It was a little tan house with dark brown trim.  There was nothing fancy about the place.  It didn’t have a garage, or a second bathroom, or a fireplace, but it had a quaint porch.  It was an extension of… Read more

  • Arm Flab and Pit Bulls

    I’ve been exercising lately, it is January after all, and I’m sore. When you haven’t exercised in like a millenium it’s usually a good idea to start off slow. I started off slow and I’m still sore. But you know, in a small way I’m glad I’m sore.  It makes me feel like I actually did something. … Read more

  • Everything you ever wanted to know about a Leek, but were afraid to ask

    I’ve been reading this book called “French Women Don’t Get Fat”. I’ve been reading the parts I understand anyway.  It’s a bestseller and I trust that.  The author Mireille Guiliano (pronounce that if you think you’re so smart) claims leeks are magical.  Leeks.  If you’re anything like me, perhaps this will help.They’re hidden on the… Read more