It was a chilly morning in January, the kind where your breath fogs in front of you and your resolve to start anew feels as brittle as the ice underfoot.
It was a chilly morning in January, the kind where your breath fogs in front of you and your resolve to start anew feels as brittle as the ice underfoot.
The moment I turned 35, it felt as though my body whispered to me a truth I wasn’t ready to hear: losing weight and maintaining it would no longer be