I feel like I’m stuck in the suck. Two steps forward, one step back. I wrote about the importance of the separation of food and fitness back in January of 2014. TWO years ago. Two years ago. Guyz – I’ve been battling this demon for way longer than two years, but I publicly acknowledged it two … Continue reading
I did it. I reactivated, got myself to spin, and Brooke to their Kid’s ‘s Club. It was a remarkably awful experience. For your user experience I will break this into two parts: daycare and spin. Part 1: Daycare. So, I get there and Brooke is out cold. Great. I’ll throw her in the Kid’s … Continue reading
I’m writing this over the course of a few days, maybe a week, maybe two weeks (it’s been two weeks now). I’m not sure yet. Fear is holding me back. Fear is immobilizing. Fear is temporary; regret is permanent. I found spin 4 years ago. Ok. Correction. I tried a spin bike 4 years and … Continue reading
Brooke is 100 days old today. Someone told me I was about to be out of the “100 days of darkness” period. I had no idea what they meant so I looked it up. Apparently, this is a thing. The 100 days of darkness are characterized with terror, being overrun with hormones, sleep deprivation, relationship … Continue reading
Yep. It was just as awful as I thought. My only saving grace is that the ladies that work there are super sweet and Brooke doesn’t seem particularly upset when we get there. But… I have a few legit concerns about daycare. Let me start by saying that I once worked at a daycare. I feel … Continue reading
I remember hitting 200.2lbs on the scale and the fear being immobilizing. I couldn’t remember ever seeing a 1 in front. For months this paralyzed me. I would teeter right at 200lbs, never once seeing that elusive 1. 200.2, 202, 201.6, always close but never quite there. I was so frustrated. So angry. So desperately … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 