Confession: I'm tired of restrictions

My quest for wellness when nothing comes easy anymore.

This week my son Teddy turned five. Here we are celebrating at school with cupcakes.

The spots are back. The familiar placement, where my collarbone meets my shoulder blade. Red and inflamed and asking for my attention. Too much sugar, again. My body is screaming. 

My pattern. There she is again. You’d think after years spent circling on the same carousel…