I'm a 40-something Mom with a great life, a positive outlook and a courageous heart. I'm also a hedonist at large. Although I've always been "over-sized", I've never been in the habit of making excuses for my large presence on this planet at whatever size I've been, (which has always been too big in the judgment of many of those who see me). I don't curse the food that goes into my mouth, nor do I punish myself for deciding to be lazy. Why would I treat myself worse than I treat people I don't even like? Shoot, the truth is that my body's only been barely large enough to hold my soul all these years!

I've consciously re-opened the Pandora's Box of my weight recently. Only this time it's with powerful inspiration and a clear sense of purpose that I do so. I'm not focused on calories or pounds or how pretty other people think I would be if I were thin. I want to be able to skydive, jump on the trampoline, experience a zip-line through the Caribbean jungle and play full-contact trust games with my friends. I want to model a healthy and authentic example for my kids, sans the guilt and shame factors that inherited body image issues can create. Most of all, I want to remember that my soul needs no vessel in order to expand and grow and love and be.