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Diabetic to Dietetics

The big ‘C’

I’m not Brittany, and I’m not Christina. I’ve run marathons, half marathons, countless other races. I’ve ridden up the demanding hills of Horseshoe Bay on my bike, and twice in…

34 weeks: Ye olde crawdad

First they called me fat and now they’re telling me I might have an old crawdad for a placenta. Seriously, what gives? I thought placentas were scary before, but that’s…

I win! I win! I win!

Back in the day, I used to be real good at winning things: an ugly bike helmet, a jar full of vintage buttons, concert tickets, a year’s supply of natural…

This woman

This woman is the most beautiful woman I know: She has a heart of gold, ears of a saint, and the hard-working hands of a carpenter. She will hula-hoop with…