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
There are stages to pregnancy and currently I’m in the “I just want to roll over comfortably, stop peeing and feel like I have some some control over my body again” stage. I met another woman in our birthing class that has inspired me. She’s run her whole pregnancy and I’m seriously in awe. She’s … Continue reading
I ate too much and drank too much this weekend. Friday night I baked a cake I was catering for a surprise 30th birthday. Yes, I also bake. (I’ll post pics when I get them back.) After finishing my cake we promptly walked to the bar and met up with friends. Hey – we walked … Continue reading
It’s confession time. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Alicia and Powers are signed up to do a half marathon. They signed up to voluntarily run 13.1 miles. Kevin’s always wanted to do one. And then there’s me. And in case you have forgotten – I HATE RUNNING. In fact, here it comes – … Continue reading
I feel like I can make it…the storm is over now. I gained 4.8lbs in my 6 week hiatus. I am happy as a clam about it too. 100% okay with this. Additionally, my last official Weigh In at WW was in the morning before breakfast/any intake, in workout clothes and on a Friday (after … Continue reading
Life has just been crazy! Kevin and I went to the beach (Hilton Head Island) for 4 days where we stay at a beach front condo. While I ate like crap I stayed absurdly active. I got my ass up and out of bed despite how hungover I was every single morning and ran. One … Continue reading
Yesterday was the day I once upon a time dreaded: my yearly physical. Ya’ll – it was awesome. I was informed that I have the blood pressure of an athlete. WHAT?! Me? (dear body, catch up.) At first I was panicking because I thought something had to have been wrong for it to be that … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 