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
I honestly have completely mixed feelings about this “new me.” I am happy that I am making healthier choices, and proud of the will power I have somehow accrued, but sad that so much of my life needs to be spent thinking about when and what I can eat.
I need to find a way to kick these winter blues for good. Life is too short and I can’t waste three months of my life every year being moody, sluggish, and irritated. Well, I think I found my savior.
Believe it or not, I am coming off one of the best summers of my life. No big trips, not much in the way of going out or dressing up or really anything Instagram-worthy other than cute kids. This year, the little things made a big impact.
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
Last weekend, I cleaned out my closet. I am a person who definitely revels in getting rid of things, and at the end of a purge like that one, there is usually a nice empty spot left over. Not this time. At 13 months postpartum, I have two wardrobes now – one for me and
As a culture we’ve agreed that there are certain words and phrases that need to be abolished. So much so in fact that we don’t even say the words in polite company. The N word or R word comes to mind, as does the phrase “that’s so gay“. There’s another phrase I’ve had enough with
As a culture we’ve agreed that there are certain words and phrases that need to be abolished. So much so in fact that we don’t even say the words in polite company. The N word or R word comes to mind, as does the phrase “that’s so gay“. There’s another phrase I’ve had enough with
It’s been 46 days since I’ve run. Forty-six days ago I hurt myself while training for a half marathon. I was devastated. I read up on running injuries and followed all the advice – I iced, I took ibuprofen, I stretched, I rested, you name it. After a torturous week of
After having my sons I started running with the sole intention of losing the baby weight. Since then I’ve had a love/hate relationship with running. I ran a few 5Ks this spring and felt pretty good about myself, but then something inside of me changed and I started to question, “If I can run 3.1 miles, could
