Hello there!
I am trying to find a dog friendly beach to give my dogs a chance to experience ocean waves. I did some googling and *thought* I found one in Ormand Beach, but when I got there the signs let me know that was not the case...
Any suggestions? Just want to spend an hour introducing them to the shore sometime!
Thanks in advance!!
I inherited a very small condotel unit, about 430 sq ft. It's been gutted and I've hired a contractor to make it a little coastal, beach retreat for myself.
This picture is the original layout from when my parents bought it. I'm keeping the same footprint, the only change so far is that the top wall is now ALL sliding glass windows/door with the opening to the balcony in the middle. The view is the ocean, and that's my favorite part!
There were 2 full beds in the bedroom, as it had been in the rental program. I'm not sure if we might want to Airbnb it at some point, but I was thinking of just a king bed in there, and a sleeper sofa in the living area?
I'm going to put a small table and chairs SOMEWHERE in the living area, but am struggling to decide if I should keep the table by the kitchenette, or over by the windows for the view?
Any recommendations are appreciated!
Massage can work wonders for pain and/or tension relief.
Why is it that some people have an innate ability to give a massage, while others just swirl and shove their fingers around your skin?
I had a gastric sleeve on 9/29/25, and weighed 378 pounds that day. My highest weight was in the low 400s. Go figure, I didn't weigh myself often back then! My highest recorded weight was 405.
Well, today I saw a number in the 200s for the first time in over 20 years... 298.1 pounds. I have been looking forward to this accomplishment for years, decades even. I would get close and then fall off the food wagon every time. Today I did it.
Why doesn't it feel as awesome as it should?? I'm not able to celebrate the win, I'm only able to stare at the remaining mountain of weight loss work I have ahead of me.
I guess it's true... Wherever you go, there you are.
Yesterday I *did* feel excited for a bit about being able to fit into a size 22 for the first time in decades. I felt way more bouncy about that than I do about the scale this morning. I just hate that losing weight isn't magically making me happy.
Don't get me wrong, I work in the field of mental health. I understand I have depression. After months of going through the motions for my psych provider and therapist I even *finally* accepted I have a binge eating disorder. I guess I still thought losing weight would do more to make me happy, if that makes any sense.
This journey is still worth it, don't get me wrong. Having the surgery and working to reclaim my health, to reclaim the ability to do and experience things I haven't been able to do because I was too big... This is worth it. It's just not the instant endorphin rush part of me hoped it would be.
Can anyone relate?