It’s Veteran’s Day and I’m taking a moment in honor of my grandfather, who passed away this weekend. He was a World War II vet with a fantastic D-Day story and, actually, a fantastic story for just about everything he ever did. I’d like to think I take after him, but the truth is that I’ll never quite have his easy charm.
We all have our struggles. Mine—let’s be clear—barely even register as such, on the relative scale of things-in-the-world-worth-worrying-about. And, in a weird way, this makes me feel even worse about things, because I am so privileged and so lucky in so many ways that I feel guilty for not having my sh*t together in all areas of life. Because, really, it ought to be easy.
But the truth is that I am absolutely terrible about managing my weight.