It’s weird to workout with the soul purpose to lose weight. Like, really weird. Especially when that was your thing for so long. I’ve learned quite a few things in the last 30’ish days: We are doing more like a P120X3. Working out 6 days a week isn’t all that realistic for us, but … 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
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
Holy crap, my baby is 5 weeks today and I’m 7 weeks from “allowed” running. Monster*: Girlfriend is doing well! She had her one month appointment today and the Doctor is pleased with her growth. I was a nervous wreck that she wasn’t gaining enough weight. I’m the only person I know that has waited … Continue reading
It’s January 3rd, 2016 and my Facebook and Instagram are still full of people saying what they didn’t accomplish in 2015, what they are going to do differently, and how they are starting over. This is a constant, yearly thing. We make our resolutions and then whine and moan that we didn’t do them at … Continue reading
I bit the bullet, swallowed my nerves, found my inner fathlete and signed back up for the Atlanta Track Club today. I took a long walk today with the dog and despite sweating like a whore in church (seriously – wtf is it 70 degrees in November?) remembered who I am. I am a fathlete. … Continue reading
Something happened after my last post. She kicked and I saw my belly move. Suddenly, everything made sense. I’m growing a fucking baby inside of me. What is WRONG with me? Why am I being so neurotic??? So, I’m done caring about what everyone else thinks. I get 40 weeks (give or take) to grow … Continue reading
I’m struggling accepting that my body is no longer my own body. Like really struggling. Last night, as I was getting ready for bed I noticed a glistening white lightening bolt on my tummy. A stretch mark trying to make its appearance. The tears started streaming down my face as I climbed into bed. … Continue reading
I had my 20 week OB appt and Lil Baby Fat looks great! Growing like a weed and super active. We started out Bradley Method Birthing Classes and we are more than committed than ever to a natural, unmedicated childbirth. When we left our class we had a million questions to ask our Mid Wife … Continue reading
It’s an addiction. I know I have an addictive personality. I know I have to be careful. I know I think in black and white terms. And yet I still think about it. Dieting. Weight loss. The control. The restriction. The beauty of it all. I miss my spreadsheets. I miss the scale going down. … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 