The Cheesesteak.. stuck to my ass! and other works in progress.

Ok, I'm home and I've realized a few things while I was in Philly... 1)If I still lived up there among my people, I would find every pound that I lost. It's not just that the food is awesome(Cheesesteaks, Soft Pretzels, Rice Pudding, Scrapple, and all the pizza and hoagies/Subs are better because the bread is better), but being around my whole family brings up old eating habits... Moderation is not a word that I learned in my family or an action used in my family, but my metabolism can't handle that lifestyle and I know it. Now that I'm back I am struggling to get back in the groove... but I'll get there. 2) My nephews are probably the cutest angels in the whole world... well, most likely they are. 3) I have always been a people pleaser... but I didn't know it. I want people to like me so I become who I think they want me to be or "tone" myself down for them if need be... It is a good thing sometimes, but it is not constant. I feel like my family does not love me unconditionally and that I have to work on keeping them liking me... I like myself most of the time but feel like others need a different version of me to grow to love. The reason that i mentioned this is because in Chicago, i was myself. i was the true Maria. i was funny when i felt like it, thoughtful when i needed to be, graceful when the mood struck me, and I realized that I am a work in progress... always re-evaluating what i am or want to be. I know I sometimes rub people the wrong way and sometimes my sarcasm is too biting, or sharp, but I am trying to be or become the best me... I can be.