Today was such a hard day. Today was so filled with love. Today was so filled with pain. Today was such a hard day. After almost 15 years...

During the first year of my principalship, my stress level grew and grew and grew. And so did my meals. Every weekday, I got up at 5am, worked until 7pm, had dinner, and then worked until midnight. Every weekend I spent at least one 8-hour day working. I even dreamed about work almost every night. "Just a little more," I would think to myself. "If I can put in a good, hard week now then maybe next week will be easier." "Next week" was never easier. Semesters continued to cres

I wasn't always fat. In my 20s my body was a thick, muscular machine. I had just come off years of working in carpentry shops and a year of mild starvation living in a hotel in Milwaukee. I worked out at least 5 days a week. I went to yoga classes, boxing classes, and Orange Theory. On the weekends I would jump out of bed to take my dog for a hike. I regularly spent whole days biking around town. I ran in the park. There are two different occasions when I remember crying beca