Certain foods no longer agree with me. If I eat French fries, I might feel sick to my stomach.
If someone puts too much pressure on me, I will automatically rebel.
I am stuck in the 70's. I can't seem to get away from that era.
I want to get into voice-overs.
My husband and I are best of friends first and foremost. We fight like cats and dogs, but never stay mad for long. I was lucky to find him, he is in every way, my soulmate.
There are days where I've lost weight and I feel bigger or fatter or uglier and I want to just hibernate. I'll find every excuse not to exercise. I hate it.