My appointment went pretty well last week. Blood pressure is still 110/66 and no weight gain! I am NOT anemic. They aren’t sure why I had two false reading screenings on the finger prick with levels of 8.5, but my blood work came back totally normal. So, boo for wasting $50 on the damn iron … 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
I train. It’s what I do. It makes me feel good and like I have a purpose. I’m a goal oriented person that does well with a routine and enjoys knowing what comes next. I’m a planner. I like control. I own these qualities about myself. Yes, they make me a little neurotic, but I … Continue reading
The last 3 weeks have been like waking up every single morning with the worst hangover of your life – but with no wild night before. I’m fairly certain a Big Mac would cure all of my problems, but actually getting it down is another story. I settle on crackers and ginger ale. My body aches … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 