The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.
Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
So far this year I have list 10.1 kilos.
Go figure! I can't believe I actually did it!
Still kind of blown away. 10.1 kilo's is pretty good.
No wonder all my clothes are swimming on me!