Love More, Judge Less
I’ve lost a lot of weight recently. It’s not all that new or different as I’ve yoyo-ed a lot over the past 20 years or so, but I’m approaching my lowest adult weight and it’s drawn a lot of attention from those around me. It feels good to have people notice my hard work and
Despite my attempts to exercise regularly the effort was simply not enough. I was not happy of the body I stared at every day and I was so tired of being mentally wrung out. I needed an outlet and I needed a change. So now, I kickbox.
I am a runner. I’m not a marathon runner. I’m not even a 5K runner. I don’t run every day and I may go a month (or more) without heading out for a jog. However, I am a runner. Four years ago this summer, my third (and last!) baby had just turned one. I was
When I was a kid, I often recall my father telling me that certain things would toughen my constitution. Usually it was stuff that I felt required me to suffer — for example, keeping the thermostat on low, shoveling snow, wiping away the tears and brushing off a skinned knee. I was a sensitive kid,
My thirties have been plagued by injury and although I’m more heath conscious than ever, I struggle to find an exercise program that keeps me challenged. The answer came after my third set of injuries, which required me to avoid any activity where my feet are not firmly planted on the floor. No jumping, no
We moms know that not much else compares to feeling like you have your sh*t together. Those periods of time where you feel relatively balanced and you’re able to tell yourself, “I’ve got this!” To be honest, it’s a feeling I’m not quite used to having, but am enjoying right now. Maybe sometimes you just have to hit your
Alarm goes off at 4:45am and my brain screams at my hand to make it effing stop. It’s dark out and I hate that any of this is happening. Why is this happening? No matter how many times I do this, I simply cannot comprehend what is going on because SLEEP. I put on my
When my depression started to lift after starting a much-needed prescription, I came to the scary realization that certain aspects of my personality and outlook on life were driven by that altered state of mind. Or rather, those aspects were a part of who I was until I started tinkering with my neurochemistry. One of
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Oh my God. What day is it? Where am I? It’s Monday. Everyone in my house is sleeping. It’s dark and cold out there. It’s 4:45am and I have a date with the gym. Ask anyone who knows me and they would tell you that I’m not a morning person. But this
This isn’t really about completing a half-marathon. I mean it is, but it isn’t. It’s not about a health scare, or several. It’s not about the weight I carried or the Diabetes diagnosis. It’s not about needing to sit down after walking 1/2 mile and hearing both the worry and frustration in my spouse’s
