Joni Edelman

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”

Are the advances worth the trade-offs? You be the judge.

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

Now that I've embarked upon the decade I once considered "old," there are a few things I'd like my 20 (and 30) year-old self to know.

4. A high school government class.

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Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

You may have seen the acronym "HAES" floating around the Internet, and that is because the "Health At Every Size" movement has taken over THE WHOLE WORLD.

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.