One of the biggest perks of getting in shape is finding myself WANTING to be photographed. E and I went to see Young Frankenstein Saturday night and I asked Donnie to take a picture before we left. That is the picture you see on the right. The first picture, on the left, was taken before … Continue reading The One Where I Actually Want My Picture Taken
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My friend posted on Facebook yesterday that she didn’t really like running yet, not while she was running anyway. She liked the feeling after, but not during. Someone in my running group said the same thing a few weeks ago. I think I’ve said the same thing before, even. But lately? I’m not sure it’s … Continue reading Do I Like Running…While I’m Actually Running?
In my issues dealing with stress eating, I’ve explained how I tend to make 3 steps forward and 2 steps back. Two good weeks having a rational relationship with food, and then 3 days of emotional binges. And I don’t mean Oh No! I ate three cookies after dinner!. I mean – I feel like … Continue reading This Is A Two-Part Entry: One Part Therapy, One Part Running Babbling.
Six years ago I gave birth this rotten child. What? Oh. It’s her birthday, I’m supposed to be sweet and loving, right? It’s funny, I read a lot about providing strong role models for young girls so that we have more Veronica Roths (What? I’m a YA Fiction nut, of course she’s my Go-To Young … Continue reading Six going on Sixteen