Tomorrow I’m having my breast implants taken out. I’m nervous about the surgery, but not about the decision. And no, it’s not because I’m feeling sick or having any physical problems with them.
I had the implants put in because I was 44 and the “girls” were sagging. Originally, I thought of just a lift. After the consultation with the doctor, I decided an implant with the lift would have the best results. So that’s what I did. Did I get caught up in the moment…..probably. I was never unhappy with my size.
The recovery was not bad, but I was diligent about the pain meds. I do remember feeling like I had bricks on my chest when I breathed. After a few months, they still were not looking like I had envisioned. My implants were high. So after 6 months, I had a revision done. They looked better, but still not the “perfect” breasts you imagine you when you get implants. I wasn’t willing to do another surgery, so I accepted them.
It’s been 6 years now and as I’m getting older, my breasts are following nature, but my implants aren’t. A revision is necessary again, but why? The implants never really gave me any boost of confidence about my body. If anything, shopping for clothes became more discouraging. Having larger boobs just made me more self conscious. (I’m not a “show off the boobs” type of gal.) Yes, my boobs were fuller, but were they prettier? For me, not really.
The bottom line is my implants never really felt like a part of me mentally or physically, not to mention the possible health risks. So it’s time for them to go.
The true story of a 20 year old young man who leaves the world behind. He sets up a hidden camp near a lake surrounded by cabins, yet never has any human contact (with the exception of one “Hi” to a hiker) for 27 years.
I hear the random bark. It’s the bark Sam does when she wants something. (A dog-mom knows.) I dismiss her and I continue texting. The random barks continue and I wonder if she’s hungry again. No, she’s not at her food bowl. I begin searching for her, not finding her anywhere. I go downstairs to our garden and then the patio. I finally find her in a corner plant too scared to jump out!
You can also see my lack of a green thumb!
Take time to have your morning beverage outside on the balcony or in the garden.
Wear your favorite perfume, even if you’re staying home.
Take a break from social media.
Use your best home items: towels, china, glasses, etc.
Wear a piece of your mother’s jewelry.
Instead of wine, have champagne.
Take a class and/or learn something new.
Have a piece of dark chocolate for dessert and stop at just one!
Keep a gratitude journal.
Fresh flowers for your home and/or office.
Loving floral in particular…
Written by a young, dying Neurosurgeon/scientist in the last months of his life. He tells you his story of becoming a doctor, his curiosity for the meaning of life, and his life with cancer. His honest portrayal of being diagnosed, treatments, and accepting the end is heartbreaking. I read this book in one sitting.
The second book I read was The Prophet.
This book needs no explanation.
- 5 medium zucchini
- 3 tbsp olive oil
- 3 tbsp thyme leaves
- sea salt
- fresh ground pepper
- Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
- Cut the zucchini into 1/8” slices and place into a large bowl.
- Slowly pour the olive oil into the bowl while mixing the slices with your hand. Be careful not to overcoat any individual slices.
- On a parchment lined baking sheet, lay out a single layer of slices. Season with thyme, salt, and pepper. (Be careful not to over-salt! The zucchini will shrink while baking, so a little salt goes a long way. You can always add more at the end if necessary.)
- Bake slices for 30 minutes on one side, then remove from oven and flip. Season the second side with thyme, pepper, and salt as well, then bake for 10 more minutes.
- Keep an eye on the slices, as some will bake faster than others depending on thickness. You may have to remove the thinner ones from the baking sheet right after the first 30 minutes.
*My tip: Definitely go easy on the oil. My first batch was soft (still good), but not chip texture.
Found on camillestyles.com
Last year I was Rosé obsessed, this year it’s champagne. We’re already coming into summer heat mode here and cold champagne cocktails could not taste better. Here are 3 that I have on rotation right now and 1 disappointment.
- Limoncello + Frozen Berries
- Sugar + Mint
- Tablespoon of sorbet
- Kombucha (Pick your flavor!)
And the 1 champagne cocktail I wasn’t a fan of is the Aperol Spritz. I’ve been seeing this cocktail a lot on blogs (and Housewives), so I had high hopes. It turns out Aperol is not my thing.