If at first you don’t succeed… ask for help.

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Hello again, how are you doing?

I want to provide a real update on how my 90 days to change a life went. Well I made that post in May and it is now October, so what happened?

For the first month I really felt I was making a change. I was checking my blood sugar regularly and making time to work out not a high capacity but enough to be scheduled and stuck to. I made it through June feeling great like I was making a difference in my health.

Then I went to Puerto Rico.

I went to a destination wedding for 5 days in sunny PR. 4 of the 4 days I felt amazing. My husband and I walked everywhere on the resort, went to the beach everyday and saw a two beautiful people commit to one another. On the last day my husband started to cough which normally wouldn’t bother me but this cough sounded funny. As we made our way to the airport his cough was more frequent and as much as he tried to stifle it I had my suspicions. As we got on the plane I started to feel funny myself.

Covid is no joke.

Upon arriving home the first thing I did was take a Covid test and sure enough I was positive. for the next 4 weeks I was out sick no taste, no smell, chills, sweats, everything. Though I could not taste food that didn’t stop me from eating anything and everything I could have delivered to me.

The weight just piled back on.

SO…..

Here we go again.

*This post was originally written in October and never completed. Several things have happened and I will share very soon.

AnissaMarie

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Hi, I’m T—a storyteller, a widow, and someone who believes that healing and hope can be found in the pages of a good book. Writing has always been my way of making sense of the world, but after a few detours (including brain surgery, double shifts, and life showing me its toughest side), I’ve come back to the page with more fire than ever. Widow Tales is my debut, born from late-night scribbles and quiet moments where grief met imagination. It’s a love letter to second chances, resilience, and the kind of romance that makes you laugh, cry, and maybe blush a little too. When I’m not writing, you can usually find me with a good playlist, a journal close by, and probably talking to my husky and cats like they're my manager or my editors. This space is where I’ll share pieces of my journey...writing, life, and everything in between. Pull up a chair, you’re welcome here.

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