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
Walking is my exercise of choice. I have finally reached this conclusion after coming to terms with the fact that I can’t afford (and am maybe a little too embarrassed) to figure skate anymore, I’m not a runner (though I once hilariously convinced myself otherwise for the better part of a year), and group classes
There is a lot of chatter on here about how hard it is to make peace with our bodies as working moms. We haul around our (irrational, burdensome) guilt with us wherever we go, including at the gym and during meals. Michelle and Sharlene have delved into the difficult topic of body image recently, as
This is not a New Year’s Resolution for me. It’s something that I am consistently trying to make happen. For me, the benefits of working out regularly are overwhelming and there really is no reason why I shouldn’t be able to do it. OK, so why does it feel like such a struggle? THE MOTIVATIONS:
1. SOMETIMES YOU FEEL LIKE A NUT … I know Melissa just posted about this frequent CTWM topic, but it turns out that my three year old has food allergies. So my brain has been dwelling on her and the myriad forms I’m being required to fill out (for two separate school-day/child care programs).
It’s easy for me to find an excuse why I can’t work out regularly. I’m soooo not a morning person. Which means there’s no way I’m waking up earlier than I have to even if it means a few minutes to myself before my daughter wakes. I can’t. There’s no time during the day, either.
Running seems to be a theme for me lately, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I participated in my very first 5k on Sunday. It wasn’t exactly my idea. I don’t really like to exercise that much, and when I do, I prefer gentle exercise like yoga or Pilates. All that jumping around
Last week I wrote about an upcoming wedding in which my daughter will be the illustrious Flower Girl. I am so excited that the wedding is on Friday and we depart this afternoon for Washington D.C. for a fun-filled family weekend! I would like to say we are packed and ready to go, but truthfully…I
Back in the day, I was long and lean and danced my butt off in the studio 6 days a week, 5 hours a day. I never had to worry about putting anything in my mouth, and prided myself on being the girl who doused her movie theater popcorn in butter and ate cheese fries after