I don't always begin January with a resolution. Last year at this time, I was in the throughs of recovery from bariatric surgery. I had lost about 50% of my excess body weight and the hope was that my surgical intervention would live me a leg up on the next half. The following twelve months were a blur: filled with joy and celebration, disappointment and discouragement, determination and hard work. 

Part of me loves the idea of newness, of starting fresh, of commitment to change, of hope in a better life and better pat....

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