It was our third time eating pizza that week.  I think of this as my thighs rub together underneath the long black skirt I’m wearing as I walk the pie to our claimed spot against the side of the department store.  The pizza won’t help eradicate my recent weight gain, that’s for sure.  But if there’s been a theme to the past year of my life, it would be “screw it.”  It’s not an angry screw it or an “I don’t care” screw it.  On the contrary, it’s a “time to let up on yourself Ilene,” kind of screw it.    … Continue reading →