Hitting publish is my therapy. I’ve tried screaming into a pillow. I’ve tried talking to my husband. Tried talking to my best friend. I’ve tried crying. But for some odd reason nothing works like hitting publish for me. This will be scattered. This probably won’t make a lot of sense. But it will let me … Continue reading
You start with a physical fitness test that basically leaves you questioning every ounce in your being if you’ll be able to actually survive a workout. Resting heart rate: 69. Boom. Still have a fairly decent RHR, which is pretty awesome considering how lazy I was for a year. SO. LAZY. Pull ups: 0. Nope. … Continue reading
I keep starting an entry and then stopping. I keep typing and then deleting. Let’s face it – it’s hard to write in a healthy living blog when your current idea of exercise is getting up to go to the fridge. I bought up in sizes. Something I vowed to never do again. A promise … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 