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.
Tag: Life at forty
My birthday is this weekend. I’m hoping to go out to dinner and I’d prefer sushi but I wouldn’t say no to a steak. Actually, I wouldn’t say no to Mexican food, Chinese food, or a gorgeous piece of lasagna. I’m going to want bread, an appetizer, and dessert (mmmm…crème brulee). And I’ll need at
The haze of the baby and toddler years is behind me. As much as I sometimes miss a baby to nuzzle, I’m absolutely thrilled to have moved on to the next phase of parenthood. While the majority of my close friends are in this same stage with me (and some are even farther in since they
When I was in graduate school, I worked for a wonderful woman who, at the time, was in her late thirties. I was newly engaged, dirt poor, and having the time of my life living in a new city with my favorite person. Despite my happiness, I would look at my boss’ life (great job,
So 2016 is the year I turn forty. I’m not sure how well I’m going to handle it. I’m constantly reading posts with titles like “Life Begins at Forty!” and “Forty is When Life Gets Good!”. Hmmm…. Well, I’m trying to stay positive as I hurtle toward this milestone but lately I’ve definitely been feeling
