I just want to take a moment and pat myself on the back, an E-high 5, a happy dance…. Kevin, Alicia and I went to our 60 minute spin class last night. There was a sub teacher and he only went 45 minutes – not the full hour. When he started cooling down at … Continue reading
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Put The Fork Down
Oh Thanksgiving – what have you done to me? You’ve left me a bloated, hungover, over fed, and a full full mess. Kevin and I took the week off of work and had a “staycation” that involved copious drinking and eating. It was delightful. I cook. I cook well. I cook healthy well and I cook … Continue reading
Life Lessons
After a weekend of eating and drinking and drinking and eating the strangest thing happened after not working out for 3 weeks. My body literally said to me, “Hey fatty – ENOUGH IS ENOUGH – go to the gym.” And so I went. And I’ve continued to go. Every single day and even twice a … Continue reading
Not Giving a Shit Has Worked Wonders For Me…
Until now. 216. Still 216. My husband says to not be hard on myself, I was sick for 3 days, my routine was off, etc. etc. I use to quit when I didn’t lose but this just infuriates me to the point of wanting it even more. I’d like to see 212 this coming Friday. … Continue reading
One Small Victory For My Kind
I went home from work early yesterday to prepare for my eminent death and promptly read the rest of Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins. I survived the night. My husband said he’d cook so I didn’t contaminate all the food. We ordered Chinese. (Things like that remind me why I love him.) He’s good about it, too. He’s … Continue reading
Whose Idea Was This?
Did I piss people off yesterday? You can leave nasty comments too. 🙂 I don’t know about you, but I really enjoy silence after an excruciating work out. It gives me time to process and take it all in. To be proud of myself, to reconnect. All of that hokey bullshit. I had just completed … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 