Every morning lately, I stand in my closet in my loose pajamas and stall. The jeans are there. I know they’re there. They’re tight now — and the tops that used to be blousy cling in all the wrong places. So I stand there a little longer than I need to, in the soft cotton with an elastic waist band that asks nothing of me, before I finally get dressed and face the day. I know what’s going on. I literally wrote a book about knowing what’s going on. I can admit that I’ve gained

I think of myself as a pretty neat person. Occasionally, the clean laundry sits stacked in my closet — near the hangers and shelves, but still in the same pile I brought up from the dryer. Every week, Barry and I clean the house top to bottom — him with the vacuum, me with the bathrooms, dusting, floors, furniture. The kitchen we split down the middle. But every spring, when it’s finally warm enough to open the windows, we go deeper. That’s when the cushions come off, curtain

I did it. I wrote a book. And I'm still a little in shock. This book is the one I looked for my entire life and never found. So I wrote it myself. It answers the question I spent years asking — "Why do I act this way?" Not with therapy-speak. Not with platitudes. With a real framework that gets to the source. I'd love for you to read it and let me know how it impacts your life.💙 amazon.com/author/karenrubinstein